This is a song about "Pyscopath killer"

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

I ain't a killer but down push me/

Cause it's like you're my mirror

Blasting psychill, poppin' brain killer

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

I have no killer degree, cause

Sentence killer equivalent to a hook dealer

I ain't married, but i'm tryna find a keeper

Killer, like a thriller,when i drill her,

Run for cover and return fire

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

Acting like you're a cop-killer slash godzilla,

I show her off, i stunt with her, we do it sweet, they look bitter

I flow on the stereo iller than a serial killer,