This is a song about "Knocked out cold"

This fires out its cold now

Will somebody please show me how

Bitches ain't around one thou

And knocked out im not gna stop now

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

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud

Its was a cold night in brooklyn when i first set out

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

My word are weapons, i knocked em out, i set these bitches on fire/

Started out a winner obsessed with cold hearted killers

You go "pon' de river": leave you in ponds and rivers

Hard as a motherfucker, tell em i was ham

Found a man, named stan, but he knocked me out with a can,