This is a song about "I m a cold blooded killer"

I ain't a killer but down push me/

Lets come up to my city

Then ima trouble you, i spit a killer f-l-o-w

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression

I´m a legend, a bigger dick in a vanilla wrapper bitch.

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

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

Dippers and pipers, it's sad shawty, but this is life

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Every barrel verily feral, i maul shit, cold blooded when i cull it

Im eating m&ms tonight cause i got a sweet tooth that bites

And when the sun up i'm like shit you look better in tights