This is a song about "Money and cold bars"

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey

Kill it frozen bars, catch a cold case focused

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

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

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

But my bars are so cold you gone need a pair of

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

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

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

So lonely and cold, respectable and bold.

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

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