This is a song about "Young verse killer"

No, i'm an intricate minded killer/

Or something that you paid for

End your career in a verse

Now you got a masters

And there's little to be glad for

Blasting psychill, poppin' brain killer

On that red-eyed kush flight

(verse 2: young sandwich/ dead mike)

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

The next god of thriller, a mother fucking serial killer,

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Call me the winner, the criminal spitter, subliminal killer

Journey in the mind of this serial killer

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her