This is a song about "Several killer"

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

Cause honestly i feel the radio is staright filler

Several hundred roses for the dozens bullets leaves you in the casket,

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Niggas is working forever my bars

I have no killer degree, cause

Journey in the mind of this serial killer

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

How the fuck you gonna kill a killer

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

My shredder has several levers, each one is aggressor,

My nigga banks just be ready for whatever

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

She ain't know i was a killer