This is a song about "Hold the cold one"

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Can't hold it off any longer shoot every single one of them

Where the floor boards are so cold,

All this paper i fold

// [you can hold all the cards]

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

// [you can hold all the cards]

Please correct me, stretch marks

I mean of course just the same old

Hand to hand in the cold

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

Hold on people one at a time

My game cold, one degree

Nothin sweet when i attend, see