This is a song about "Being cold"

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

Another human being laying cold on the slaughter plate

No time for the chick who fucked the whole mankind

North cold or south cold, can't really make up my mind

The truth shall be told

Before you turn too cold

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

You should lock me up for being so dope with a flow so cold

All this paper i fold

Hand to hand in the cold

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

Get ya apron on/teas gettin cold/

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Skipping class and growing cold