This is a song about "Cold showers"

Counting on my powers, showers, #i #drop like bausch and lomb

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

But for long time i had gone cold

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Asteroid showers are my solution to rap cowards

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

Grenade showers spit across the battlefield

I say that the pool is closed

Get ya apron on/teas gettin cold/

The truth shall be told

Hand to hand in the cold

Its obvious im hot its obvious you cold

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster

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