This is a song about "A lil cold"

The woods are dark and its a cold, cold night,

I can smell it when i go outside

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

Fuck wit lil b heres a molotov

Your thought provokes a a common cold

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

It still got a lil hype

What it look like

Digital ten, shit get critical friend

Got me feelin a lil depressed

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Im just a lil suspicious

Pockets probably like fried food

Now you's a sick lil dude