This is a song about "My raps so cold"

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

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

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

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

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

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Cause all i really wanna do is fuck and snort blow

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

So here i am at the store for some chips

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

My raps so high the touch en the ceiling

Give me a reason why i'm not the best breathing

My raps are so hit and run, lindsay lohen, watch out for my benzes

Catch me rolling with kelly or at the hilton with paris

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

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for