This is a song about "Being cold"

Don't want to be the king

For going on being

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

But until my heart stop and turns cold,

I believed in a higher being.

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

And they'll forever out ya, that's why you always quiet

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

Fuck being counterfeit

That's when you know you doing shit

I mean of course just the same old

Hand to hand in the cold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Thats spits lyrics so cold

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold