This is a song about "Money and cold hearted people"

But until my heart stop and turns cold,

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

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

Trying to be a fucking legend, the man of mankind

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

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

People say that i'm cold as ice. well take some own advice.

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Young money motherfucker we the shit

I was told i was cold hearted

I rather give you my last to see you live again

Cold hearted, compose art, i do it now for jesus' name,

Skipping class and growing cold

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Bro's got grudges for money its funny they loved me but rushed to the cold