This is a song about "Being cold"

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

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

I say that the pool is closed

Though it seems the world is cold

All this paper i fold

Skipping class and growing cold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

All because of a heart, that turned cold

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

Another human being laying cold on the slaughter plate

Im ice cool, you just ice cold!

Is a space that now you hold

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

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Get ya apron on/teas gettin cold/

We forever be real, we'll never fold