This is a song about "Cold killer"

And its simple as that baby

I ain't a killer but down push me/

The next god of thriller, a mother fucking serial killer,

I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin richer

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Watching for hollow-tip shots

I have no killer degree, cause

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Blasting psychill, poppin' brain killer

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

I'm gonna deliver that killer punch

Never agree with that message