This is a song about "Cold soda"

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

But until my heart stop and turns cold,

My voice is bubblier than soda fizz, wish,

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Y'all motherfuckers act like you the southern soda, #big #shots,

All this paper i fold

Im ice cool, you just ice cold!

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Im liable to spit cold fire

No reason to be around

It's just my soda mixed with brown

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind

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