This is a song about "Hella cold"

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Cause joeyy alexx hill got hella money in the bank account

You know i'm tryna kill that shit, make sure that urn is out

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

You fuckers hella fat, like whales imma bout to beach you

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

I'm hella faded sippin rozay surrounded by the hoes

I'm hella mean, i'm paula deen,

Show ‘em how much they really mean

Hella dirty like i'm paris hilton

They say that karats help your vision

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Obviously i know yur hella lot dummer than me.

Skipping class and growing cold

I say that the pool is closed