This is a song about "Cold body"

Skipping class and growing cold

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Thats spits lyrics so cold

Is a space that now you hold

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Cops running, thinking its a bloody missing body

And feel a shockwave through body,

Sorry, that’s just part of my hobby

Never tame to any part of the body/

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Get ya apron on/teas gettin cold/

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

Body after body i watch them drop

I'm cold on the cold turkey

I'm kobe in an orange jersey