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

Talking caramel with them asses like the strippers

Started out a winner obsessed with cold hearted killers

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

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

Ain’t nobody here leading, it’s way too easy to follow

Cold hearted as spiderman throwin a spider in the snow

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

Pass the henn and that ice, i'm on a track with 'pac nigga

Turns on some cold water and blocks it, she layed in the tub with the

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

See i'm a nice man but money turned me to satan