This is a song about "Knocked out cold"

I'm blowing out your dome because i'm going cold with vengeance

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Started out a winner obsessed with cold hearted killers

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals

Of being knocked out, and soon a nurse is checking your pulse,

Shit musta knocked me out cause i ain't feel the ground at all

A lion in form, matt leinart when firing the ball

He's flapping by the mouth, he's looking to get shot or knocked out,

So all that shit you niggas kicking we ain't worried about

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

And get knocked out until their eyes get popped out.

Poor, working-class household, now i'm here out cold,

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Will somebody please show me how

This fires out its cold now