This is a song about "Cold bodys"

Sound kinda cold nigga

The science and the art, africa

Skipping class and growing cold

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

I went slow, and said go low go low, so i did and than are bodys went in a perfect flow,

She turn cold as a freezer

And that i spent the night with her

Its obvious im hot its obvious you cold

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

Come on this journey

I'm cold on the cold turkey

I say that the pool is closed

Where the floor boards are so cold,

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

North cold or south cold, can't really make up my mind