This is a song about "Cold killer"

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Figures i'm the real figure, the god killer,

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,

We forever be real, we'll never fold

And i ain't frontin for her

Blasting psychill, poppin' brain killer

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Skipping class and growing cold

I ain't a killer but down push me/

That's why i'm makin' money

I'm ripping and spilling till the end of days "cold cut killer"my pride n accolade

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

I flow on the stereo iller than a serial killer,

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her