This is a song about "Cold and hole"

And be another victim in this cold world

Yep she's on x, i called that bitch speed burst

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Skipping class and growing cold

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

And i sure aint gunna sit here and tell yo my hole life story

Let's put it on cruise control

Suicide attempts in the hole

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

But until my heart stop and turns cold,