This is a song about "Bold cold"

All this paper i fold

Hand to hand in the cold

Wielding a potato at that the end of the rainbow with a pot o' gold

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

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Fuck a sidebitch, i need a chick thats bold

Come on this journey

I'm cold on the cold turkey

With hope's to break the minds of bold, and bend the souls of the feeble

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Skipping class and growing cold