This is a song about "Mold"

I'll take control and break the mold, and even though fakest hoes,

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

They taking control you wake up sweating, cold, lack heavens mold

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

I'm here to mold you from raw dough through my flow

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

I'm just here to take control of this game and break the mold,

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

I'm just here to take control of this game and break the mold,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Or else they will sit and get covered in mold

We forever be real, we'll never fold

The mainstream makes money, so i'm breaking the mold,

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

But this adolescent mind of mine, turnin me from gold to mold,