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

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

I'm gonna deliver that killer punch

With that hotel bates swag just call me norman

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

Im illegal on these beats, a killer on these streets

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

We on that skip bayless/

So i gotta spit to this

That we don't put on no show

But seemingly believe it though

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick

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