This is a song about "I rida on bika get cold"

Get ya apron on/teas gettin cold/

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Livin life thinkin no man can hurt meso i'm askin -- before i lay me down to sleep

When i turn left or right i see dead in the night, lying on the street they got cold feet,

Wanna feel her power right now

When it's cold they get that snow plow

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Please, just peep the crystal method where

It's burning slow, even though life on the streets kinda cold

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

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

Get you cold cocked with a smoke shot when i pop, you ain't even know it,

I could get you shot, on the spot

Believe me i'mma be your god

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Never ever catchin cold feet because i walk on fire