This is a song about "Cold life"

I mean of course just the same old

Your thought provokes a a common cold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

But for long time i had gone cold

Is a space that now you hold

I'm nice, yo, fuck it, i'm out cold

#infinite syllables breathing the life into these cold hearted melodies

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

It's burning slow, even though life on the streets kinda cold

I feel so cold standing alone

Know i just call it head phone

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

You're my river runnin' high, run deep, run wild