This is a song about "Cold trigga"

Get ya apron on/teas gettin cold/

Is a space that now you hold

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

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

What makes my raps flow so cold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

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

Your thought provokes a a common cold

Not them 3 girls i got to be destiny's child

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

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

Stay ready to pull a trigga quick

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled