This is a song about "Supreme god killer"

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

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

How the fuck you gonna kill a killer

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

If this was a game, i already know that i would come out winner

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Journey in the mind of this serial killer

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Wishing i had supreme light like old ass foes

I never use a fork i always spoon her

No, i'm an intricate minded killer/

Then keep your change like an oink machine

I'm flying on top yeah my rhyming supreme

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

She ain't know i was a killer