This is a song about "Tryhard slayer"

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

From great to great the king slayer, with this introduction you'd wish you're never superior

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Im the ross slayer my word is law i shock mayors

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

//me and great the king slayer

I get gritty on wax like record players- i'm the slayer of that kind

It's nothing to deny for having such a mind, i'll be having y'all in mind

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

Hosted by great the king slayer, and it's kickin',

Get your paper, see you later

Verse 1 (great da king slayer)

If you're the best i'll slay ya, have a taste of the slayer

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her