This is a song about "Money and cold bars"

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Y’all talk about your wine chill and your beer cold,

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

So lonely and cold, respectable and bold.

Don't you know that im cold ...money gold on my mind

Been trying to put it down long after i was signed

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

Where's your bars about money? for fuck sake you're from america,

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

Kill it frozen bars, catch a cold case focused