This is a song about "Been cold"

Im ice cool, you just ice cold!

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Bitches ain't around one thou

This fires out its cold now

I've been so tired, all my songs are so blatant and cold,

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Its obvious im hot its obvious you cold

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

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

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

I breathe fire, cause it's too cold

I say that the pool is closed

Before you turn too cold