This is a song about "Money and cold bars"

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

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

Parallel on the other side

The woods are dark and its a cold, cold night,

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

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

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

Couple of ‘em dimes, but all my hoes is hard to find

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

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Skipping class and growing cold

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

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck