This is a song about "Cold trigga"

My finger's on the trigga and nigga i'm 'bout to pull it

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Though it seems the world is cold

I breathe fire, cause it's too cold

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

I'm cold on the cold turkey

You a lady boss, now you fly free

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

Trying to be a fucking legend, the man of mankind

But until my heart stop and turns cold,

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