This is a song about "Cold killer"

Can't find no one to watch her kids, so she pay her sister

I don't do the chasing hun, i'm a made killer

I ain't a killer but down push me/

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

Call me the winner, the criminal spitter, subliminal killer

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Blasting psychill, poppin' brain killer

And then along came the wrong man for her

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

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,

Cause i'm a cold hard killer that spits out rounds you won't survive

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

I'm cold on the cold turkey