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

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

Whining and complaining about when you coming home

We on that skip bayless/

They are the coaches in this

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

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

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

Im illegal on these beats, a killer on these streets

Chain got the same swag that the faggots bring

I'm activated by the moves your making