This is a song about "Cold and hot"

Until the cops' shots on hot blocks reach a cold spot,

They larry davis me and said i tried to kill a cop

I'm the fine line between that lukewarm and hot,

I gotta know if it's real or not

Skipping class and growing cold

Is a space that now you hold

So lonely and cold, respectable and bold.

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed

But i'm cold like a snow and she's damn hot like a heat

Strong as stone,cold as ice,hot like a fire!

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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

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