This is a song about "A cold world"

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Yeah this world is cold but with this drug,

Chain withdrawn when we not together

A sweater containing heat in cold weather,

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

I catch a cold from my fridgid flow,

Wielding a potato at that the end of the rainbow with a pot o' gold

This verse may not be gold, it probably wont ever be sold, because this world is cold,

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Though it seems the world is cold

The world so cold it don't make sense.

I'm on deck i'm up next

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe

Im a young brotha with a cold flow

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Cuz it'll be a cold world if this is what ya wanna lie in bed with, cocksucker.