This is a song about "Cold body"

Thats spits lyrics so cold

I mean of course just the same old

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Just look at my good body

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Your thought provokes a a common cold

Hand to hand in the cold

All this paper i fold

Light skinned hell of a body

Oops, i'm so sorry

Before you turn too cold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

I say that the pool is closed

But for long time i had gone cold

Skipping class and growing cold

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old