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

I flow on the stereo iller than a serial killer,

And if they all in your business then you don't need a twitter

Of all those "serial killer" verses, that fall in one lyric

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

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

Lobster over salmon and i ain't ever tried to tuna you

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Im illegal on these beats, a killer on these streets

Seems like there s a killer on the scene

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

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

I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow

We on that skip bayless/

Don't be afraid, it's just a kiss