This is a song about "Cozy pajamas"

Long before i knew the significance of a comb

Normally i wouldn't take you from your cozy little home,

To find the room where mama was hung, her pajamas undone on the working stool

But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school

Exposing myself locked inside of a cozy hotel posing

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

Where the fuck is he at? i'm lonely, he's probably cozy.

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

I wish that i was sleeping in my bed cozy just dreaming

Quit actin like a baby you wear little footie pajamas

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

They make me feel warm and cozy

I fuck ya girl out of her pajamas even tho

I got some woods in yellow, to the burbs im ghetto