This is a song about "Cold alone pain"

She wanna be grown

I'm doing this shit alone

Maybe it was the cold, the snow and rain that made her feel pain

Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain

The king upon the throne

I'll stay in that place alone

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

Lonely roads, the windy breeze, crackheads out cold alone,

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Shoulda known i was alone when my pain worsened

Better not walk alone

Little latasha sho' grown

I feel so cold standing alone

You left your nigga on his own