This is a song about "Cold trigga"

Where the floor boards are so cold,

Is a space that now you hold

I say that the pool is closed

What makes my raps flow so cold

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Its obvious im hot its obvious you cold

Stay ready to pull a trigga quick

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

Pull a trigga, aim at a nigga, bitch you better call a doc

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

Skipping class and growing cold

The truth shall be told

All this paper i fold

Hand to hand in the cold