This is a song about "Cold killa"

Thats spits lyrics so cold

All this paper i fold

Whatever weather, cold or warm

December 4th a star was born

Vendetta killa who was once a bed wetter

Picture a place that they exist, together

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

I'm cold on the cold turkey

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Before you turn too cold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned