This is a song about "Cold bodys"

Cause everytime i grab the mic i make bodys rock

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

I mean of course just the same old

Hand to hand in the cold

Though it seems the world is cold

All this paper i fold

But for long time i had gone cold

We forever be real, we'll never fold

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

But until my heart stop and turns cold,

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Get ya apron on/teas gettin cold/

I breathe fire, cause it's too cold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned