This is a song about "Cold sob"

Its obvious im hot its obvious you cold

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,

Is a space that now you hold

Hand to hand in the cold

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Get ya apron on/teas gettin cold/

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Tryin not to feel hative as i sob, lobbin shit at me like fuckin monkeys, damn junkies,

But for long time i had gone cold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I'm cold on the cold turkey