This is a song about "Cold killer"

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

I slay em like a #serial #killer

I have no killer degree, cause

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Chevy sitting crooked, teeth on reggie miller

No, i'm an intricate minded killer/

I’m picking through the crowd tryna see a little clearer

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

Let me rideuntil i get free

I'm cold on the cold turkey

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

Acting like you're a cop-killer slash godzilla,

I'ma murder anyone that comes near me. call me serial killer

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her