This is a song about "Cold is my soul"

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

●i dont fucking sell my soul

I'm hollow, my soul is simply cold, and it's lethal

The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel

Tell me my soul is something different just cause i got a mic

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

Im just a lost soul tryna figure out what my mission is,

What makes my raps flow so cold

The truth shall be told

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Age thirteen, rapping like a machine, and nothing is stopping my cold wind flow that sends shivers

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

My flow is ice cold. bitch go get a sweater.

Let's put it on cruise control

Sell my soul, price of coal