This is a song about "Cold drinks"

The truth shall be told

Hand to hand in the cold

I'm gettin blitzed and i reminsce on all the times we shared

Smoking weed having drinks and those days never end

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Get ya apron on/teas gettin cold/

Chillin' at the cottage, drinks by the pool

So like i said before don't act a fool

Skipping class and growing cold

I mean of course just the same old

Hate, drinks and narcotics

They bringing me fish and chips

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

Took her to the club and i bought her all types of drinks

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I'm cold on the cold turkey