This is a song about "Cold"

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

North cold or south cold, can't really make up my mind

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Where the floor boards are so cold,

Im ice cool, you just ice cold!

Is a space that now you hold

Sound kinda cold nigga

Who knows what the

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

But for long time i had gone cold

Hand to hand in the cold

All this paper i fold

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Your thought provokes a a common cold