This is a song about "Ginger ale"

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

But until my heart stop and turns cold,

Your thought provokes a a common cold

After every show, a dream she hold

All this paper i fold

What makes my raps flow so cold

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Get ya apron on/teas gettin cold/

Took the van, went snatch her

She turn cold as a freezer

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,

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

Im ice cool, you just ice cold!

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Oh well, guess that i can deal without,

Baby heading down a cloud