This is a song about "Thriller"

Hes the one that got mj hes really a thriller

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Oh what a cold world for a broke nigga--it's bitter

Keep at this forever like an infinite thriller/

Pour out a little liquor

It's genre is thriller

Model bitches is on line like "beliebers" on twitter

I'm a killer and a thriller, the roster's top biller

The next god of thriller, a mother fucking serial killer,

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Word picture, hurt niggas, young verse killer

Killer, like a thriller,when i drill her,

In thriller, i’m a killer, who’s iller on the microphone?

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

Im a killer its my mental thriller, im not a singer but yes, i am a sinner,

Hightalking back to the screen drinkin' liquorhavin' big dreams of gettin' richer