This is a song about "Slayer"

Verse 1 (great da king slayer):

Go 'head and hate me hater

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

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

Murder bet i wrote her, kudos to the killer

The roads of the slayer are all getting nearer

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

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

Verse 1 (great da king slayer)

Baby, you know who you are

Are you really a player? you claim 'slayer rides rhino

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow