This is a song about "Cold and calculated"

I'm hollow, my soul is simply cold, and it's lethal

I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

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

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

We both teenagers with the same mind state

I'm walking down this cold and lonely ghastly place

Put expressions in their music and create the face

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

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Is a space that now you hold

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

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