This is a song about "Pussy slayer"

Verse 1 (great da king slayer):

My pockets got paper on paper

She say you got a pussy!

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

I think you're a pussy

Hopin' that my niggas see

Yo i ain't a king slayer, yeah i'm a star slayer,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

From great to great the king slayer, with this introduction you'd wish you're never superior

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

If you're the best i'll slay ya, have a taste of the slayer