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

I breed 'em like i'm going to war

My raps so good, you be askin' for more.

Cause in reality its cold out so you stay inside

Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? well, they lied

They provokin' suicide but as soon as signed

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

Wish you could immerse in some cold waterworks

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

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

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

My city cold so you hear guns shoot when ima alone,

The fence they was on about my rap skills

My raps pierce into you so i call 'em drills.

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

So to wrap things, you douglas never did give me a break