This is a song about "Flow so cold"

I'm so cold, i was blessed in ice

I used to have a nine to five

I've been so tired, all my songs are so blatant and cold,

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Now we livin’ much better, nigga, pay whatever

My flow is ice cold. bitch go get a sweater.

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

Flow is cold from the city streets

You should lock me up for being so dope with a flow so cold

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

Im a young brotha with a cold flow

Get you high, keep it on the low

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Where the floor boards are so cold,