This is a song about "Cold hearted guns bitches steph curry cars"

You're vacant in the smarts department think i'm black hearted

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

Cold hearted, compose art, i do it now for jesus' name,

My city cold so you hear guns shoot when ima alone,

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

Took me a while just to write those

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

Leave sweet, good hearted girls alone.

Flow so cold that i got that all the bitches standing in rows

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes