This is a song about "My rhymes are hot point a gun into ya asshole"

Im so cold but my rhymes are red hot

I know you just doing your job

Ya plans will surly shatter, your rhymes are pretty fat be mines a little fatter.

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

If you did, you wouldn’t want to be famous

Life's tough, ya hot some patches that are rough

She caught up in my love triangle

As ya look into my barrel,

I'll give ya post traumatic stress disorder as my rhymes kill ya

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

I'm a rap vigilante, all my rhymes are uncanny

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

This is my point of view, a serial killers point of view.

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through