This is a song about "Cold body"

Your words engraved on my body

This is the ferrari

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Cops running, thinking its a bloody missing body

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Just look at my good body

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Cops running, thinking its a bloody missing body

Hand to hand in the cold

The truth shall be told

Fuck that job been around that block

Body after body i watch them drop

I'm cold on the cold turkey

What them tippers don't see