This is a song about "Money and cold bars"

And escape the bars, or write your own bars in this prison,

Where people run on the scene and people don't see your vision

Never been a cold coward country money on my mind then my

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

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

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

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

And i hope for a future, but now i’m mean and cold

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind

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

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

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free