This is a song about "Being cold"

All this paper i fold

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

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

Get ya apron on/teas gettin cold/

After every show, a dream she hold

Your thought provokes a a common cold

I mean of course just the same old

Where the floor boards are so cold,

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

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

The truth shall be told

Hand to hand in the cold

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

What makes my raps flow so cold

Is a space that now you hold