This is a song about "Killa mist"

I'm a killa it's true

All i want is you

Whatever you like, it's whatever tonight

As we arise from the mist, my conditions not right

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

Dip, go! tip toe into the mist, slow..

You was bigger than an artist

Narcissist, that cant see through the mist

My whole fucking life gone in the mist stripped, the whole time god didnt exist

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

De ja vouz, i could vision my killa crew, more hospitable, consciously

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money