This is a song about "Cold minded"

I mean of course just the same old

Before you turn too cold

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

But for long time i had gone cold

For my like-minded kin,

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

What makes my raps flow so cold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Get ya apron on/teas gettin cold/

All because of a heart, that turned cold

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

No, i'm an intricate minded killer/

See, i like the person that you are