This is a song about "Bold cold"

Truth be told, i'm only seventeen years old, my heart is bold, i keep tryin to stay gold,

Didn't even care whether it's summer or blistering cold , platinum records were getting sold

I see the addict, the alcoholic with golden flask out cold,

This rap is golden i have to go in, get back in place if your actin bold

Let me drug you up and put different things in you

Smacking and tacking you with big bold bolts of lighting too/

S queezys very bold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Talk shit to me? get bold n meet my reming-ton

My talent should take me places i've never been

Closed like a cold case,i say it proud like a bold state,

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade