This is a song about "Cold trigga"

After every show, a dream she hold

But for long time i had gone cold

My finger's on the trigga and nigga i'm 'bout to pull it

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

Where the floor boards are so cold,

All this paper i fold

Pull a trigga, aim at a nigga, bitch you better call a doc

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

I say that the pool is closed

Though it seems the world is cold

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,

Is a space that now you hold