This is a song about "I spit out cold ice"

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

I see the addict, the alcoholic with golden flask out cold,

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow

Never can i straight face

I'm ice cold like the winter days

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Stone cold rhyme, that i spit it in abundance,

Cold as ice boy, you best wear your nice blazer

Physically straight but they cake they behavior

Its was a cold night in brooklyn when i first set out

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud

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

I know the way i'm going out can seem a little cold