This is a song about "Team killer tahm kench"

I flow on the stereo iller than a serial killer,

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

100 percent on everything and on my team

Blasting psychill, poppin' brain killer

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team.

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

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

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

I have no killer degree, cause

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,