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

Of finding myself as an individual

Wrap my arms around you and cuddle.

But i was wrong, baby girl sung another tune

Wrap em up in jizz like its my version of a cocoon,

So gold albums or not, i did affect rap

You aint ready for my raps so just scat

Nobody ain't own us yet

Wrap my lasso round you neck,

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

My raps can fuck you up while i'm spitting them for buck.

You never know how much this world could be cold

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

I'mma sign that work and release that

With a string attached in some gifted wrap

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

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous