This is a song about "We on that killer swag"

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

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

Of the exams that we face that is based on the work that we do

Yeah nigga!ay, but peep how my nigga syke do it to you

So i hoped out pronto, get my swag on a flow

The world looking out, they on the front row

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

I flow on the stereo iller than a serial killer,

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

he saved our lives , he rose from death he forages for his sons,

We on that skip bayless/

I call them hoes josh smith

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

Im illegal on these beats, a killer on these streets