This is a song about "Cold moss"

All this paper i fold

Where the floor boards are so cold,

She turn cold as a freezer

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

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

Cuz when the press get this verse, their sure to press rewind

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Get ya apron on/teas gettin cold/

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

But for long time i had gone cold

Bitches ain't around one thou

This fires out its cold now

The woods are dark and its a cold, cold night,

This is everything that we call hype

I mean of course just the same old

Before you turn too cold