This is a song about "Being cold"

Is a space that now you hold

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

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

Puffy got a mansion, bitch i got the same damn kind

For going on being

Money ain't a thing

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Skipping class and growing cold

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Your thought provokes a a common cold

But until my heart stop and turns cold,

I mean of course just the same old

Another human being laying cold on the slaughter plate

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Pete wilson trying to see us all broke, i'm on some bullshit

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