This is a song about "Bi polar"

Cold like the polar vortex, i got wicked frees (freeze)

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Washing dishes and polar bear splitting

Bi-annual, that asshole, nah i'm glad though

Poppa took the television, but left the radio

Horny bitches walking bi! get it?

Now you got me hopped up on that

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

All my homies sayin damn bruh you bu polar

I'm a gentlemen women tell me my wisdom is different

I got a cold heart and you're in my sights so here comes the polar front

But you don't have a chance

So as we melt the polar caps