This is a song about "Cold and calculated"

This is called revenge and it's best served cold

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Do you plan to pass this cold trait, and have your offspring last this cold fate?

Seems like a cold place and its hard too breathe

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

The proverbial lemonade that i made

And i’ll be sure to serve you with a cold plate,

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

But i murdered you in cold blood, and got away with it!!

I got a launcher and the feeling to be poppin' em cold,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold