This is a song about "Stage killer"

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Blasting psychill, poppin' brain killer

Girls wanna have fun, and a nigga with some change

Their spitting off the page ripping off you're face on stage

Cowering on my stage to long/

Looking so damn right you're wrong

I'ma murder anyone that comes near me. call me serial killer

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

See, welcome to fame where most of us is gon' change

But i perfected my verses, and went out on stage

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

Completely smashed my xbox, didn't beat the next stage.

1-900-wale, nigga keep the change

Spotlights on, center stage