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

You better get her, i'm totally into my zone

You got no swag on your tone man you're monotone

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known

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

We on that skip bayless/

I got to fight this

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

With that hotel bates swag just call me norman

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

Methods going to the edges, it's all in me like infections (infections)

And when we on that lean, we ain't fuckin' with the liquor

Fuck what they selling, it's reality living in the mirror

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

We on that skip bayless/

Pimp nigga's hating on my swag bitch fuck you

I'm after you bringing traffic through