This is a song about "My raps so cold you could wrap them in gold"

Just to fit in, til i learned i could hurt them so much, so i started eatin lunch,

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

What makes my raps flow so cold

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Spitting bars of lead, you turn them into gold

Told me mary was a go so we passed her round and round

In adolescence you could bet my fuckin parents were so proud

Rag on my hair, wrap weed in vegas, rockin' vagabonds

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

They knee deep in today, ain’t too fond of tomorrow

Its coz my raps are breezin cold, that you didnt know

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

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent

I got a cold heart and you're in my sights so here comes the polar front