This is a song about "I m cold"

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Our history that they stole, africa

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!

I skated all day, i just need some rest, i'm depressed

I breathe fire, cause it's too cold

I mean of course just the same old

But it seems like a scene outta flick

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

But they sold jello in the paint

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

Took the van, went snatch her

I"m the designated driver