This is a song about "We are lyric killers"

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Still, trying to spit rhythmic lyric,

This bag is from seattle

Call me lyric vandal/

And that i spent the night with her

Now we are together

Are feet as we keep going,

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Hey now got a thing for you

What else we are soppused to

We are on the fucking cusp

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

I stop and stare at the younger

We are exactly like one another,

No, no, we are not those

This life i chose