This is a song about "Cold trigga"

I breathe fire, cause it's too cold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

What makes my raps flow so cold

Before you turn too cold

All this paper i fold

Skipping class and growing cold

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Stay ready to pull a trigga quick

So drop the slam and lets get sick

My trigga told me "get em" and i told him that "i got em good"

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

I mean of course just the same old

Thats spits lyrics so cold