This is a song about "The realistz killer"

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

With the wrath of a killer, they said i’m tripping

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Someone always getting shot, the killer doesn't get caught

Do i see a killer am i near the, depths of hell please don't tell

All because i heard that he was talkin' to danielle

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

Turns to shoot but the killer was gone before he even knew what had happened

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

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

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

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

You on the ground restin,im a fucking killer teachin lyrical lessons,

Would it surprise you if i told you all of the black inventions?

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting