This is a song about "Cold and hole"

This shit has got my soul

Suicide attempts in the hole

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

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

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

Feel the heat and the cold, seventy degrees above and below,

I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigger, actor

Patching the hole you tore in rap with your whack beats and swagger

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

Y’all talk about your wine chill and your beer cold,

Studio fifty four if we get the props right

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