This is a song about "Money and cold bars"

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

And on his worst days, he's still writing bars

I'll get to em when i land

Bars coming nice and fast

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

I've been so tired, all my songs are so blatant and cold,

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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

So lonely and cold, respectable and bold.

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

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

We forever be real, we'll never fold

But until my heart stop and turns cold,

Almost lost my life to the industry

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.