This is a song about "Cold life"

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

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

#infinite syllables breathing the life into these cold hearted melodies

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

But until my heart stop and turns cold,

The truth shall be told

Hand to hand in the cold

Life is so cold should i even fuck me self....

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Skipping class and growing cold

Catches cold like everybody freeze,

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

Where the floor boards are so cold,

Franky lymon the lime light gets old