This is a song about "She turned cold hearted and hitting money"

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

I was told i was cold hearted

She was my dream girl turned nightmare

Don't you leave a seed in there

She used to make good money, and we were middle class,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Man that eats me alive, roll the leaf and get high

Handed him her money, – sniffed -, and now she was fly

Started out a winner obsessed with cold hearted killers

Now i'm back on my grizzle, a plethora of strippers

The clinical attempts at schizophrenia's critical

Been cold hearted in cruel in god's book is illegal.