This is a song about "Cold and flu"

She got up, smarted at her mother and brother, felt the cold

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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

Do you plan to pass this cold trait, and have your offspring last this cold fate?

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

I've been so tired, all my songs are so blatant and cold,

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

And i hope for a future, but now i’m mean and cold

The woods are dark and its a cold, cold night,

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

We forever be real, we'll never fold

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Cops wanna cuff you, niggas wanna clap you

My flow so sick i speak spanish flu