This is a song about "Supreme god killer"

Figures i'm the real figure, the god killer,

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

And there's little to be glad for

I slay em like a #serial #killer

I don't do the chasing hun, i'm a made killer

I’m picking through the crowd tryna see a little clearer

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Wishing i had supreme light like old ass foes

I'm flying on top yeah my rhyming supreme

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

It will be a life supreme

And i put you on the team

Fucking each others moms

I have no killer degree, cause

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme bats