This is a song about "Being cold"

All because of a heart, that turned cold

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Cold to the bone, holdin' my claim / as being dope with the flows n' closest to fame

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

I can't correlate the weight of being served on a cold plate,

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

I mean of course just the same old

Hand to hand in the cold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

But for long time i had gone cold

I'm nice, yo, fuck it, i'm out cold

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

I'm cold on the cold turkey

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

I believed in a higher being.