This is a song about "Slayer"

Young nigga's call it slayer. im drinkin out my cup with gin, i'll eat later

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Shout out to mid-majors, who forget what they major

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

A slayer more optimistic but one word will turn me ballistic

That wet wet in my two seaterher nails done, her hair did

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Diamond bling layers, i'm rhyming with a #king #slayer,

The roads of the slayer are all getting nearer

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

I get gritty on wax like record players- i'm the slayer of that kind

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Hosted by great the king slayer, and it's kickin',