This is a song about "Serial killer with no arms"

I flow on the stereo iller than a serial killer,

And i ain't tripping, my only competition’s the mirror

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Serial killer, stuffing bodies in a bacterial pillar

The next god of thriller, a mother fucking serial killer,

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

A serial killer, several kills, severe killing skills

I hope you don't see nothing wrong and darling

He just has no dime, see arms rocking,

Like a motherfucking serial killer i'm blood spilling

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

I have no killer degree, cause

A hell of motherfucking road blocks