This is a song about "It s cold"

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

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

Dependin on navigation they ever know where they goin

Everything is written in the cold, so it can coin-

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Turns on some cold water and blocks it, she layed in the tub with the

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

Never give my heart to hoes that want my play shit

Cold blooded j shooter. just don't forget it.

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

Cold hearted, compose art, i do it now for jesus' name,

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Every barrel verily feral, i maul shit, cold blooded when i cull it

Stone cold rhyme, that i spit it in abundance,

So i guess that's where i hide my things