This is a song about "Cold showers"

You say you baptized our minds like my rhymes in showers,

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

Grenade showers spit across the battlefield

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

Before you turn too cold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Skipping class and growing cold

I say that the pool is closed

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Who gets his rocks off in the showers staring down the trousers of some washed up rapper

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

But for long time i had gone cold