This is a song about "Cold killa"

Is a space that now you hold

Skipping class and growing cold

Vendetta killa who was once a bed wetter

I won't retire ever, nigga i'm forever clever

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

Seshin on this killa reefa that be the pol pot/

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Before you turn too cold

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

Catches cold like everybody freeze,

After every show, a dream she hold

I breathe fire, cause it's too cold

What makes my raps flow so cold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled