This is a song about "Cold days la"

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

I'm ripping and spilling till the end of days "cold cut killer"my pride n accolade

You bammas like hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you

I'd fuckin' severe your cerebrum singing la dee da doo

I put the nigga in his casket

Cold days without a jacket

That’s my la-la lullaby.

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

Just remember that there's brighter days

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Livin la vita da loca

And muthafuck the quota

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

To this day as he roams the urban maze we call la