This is a song about "Cold world"

I'm cold on the cold turkey

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Wer all together in this cold world but i cant really blame it.

Cos i am making baby steps to make this world less cold

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Though it seems the world is cold

Hand to hand in the cold

All this paper i fold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Before you turn too cold

So behold these are the bitter truths of life that will forever remain untold

This verse may not be gold, it probably wont ever be sold, because this world is cold,

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

I breathe fire, cause it's too cold