This is a song about "My thoughts are to deep cold and frozen"

Took my heart and buried it deep, left me to sweep up the pieces and quietly weep.

She's bound to be bitchin if she hasn't got a fix inso... now i lay me down to sleep

Z-y-l-o/ the thoughts in my head are problematic

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

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

Maybe my wounds are just to deep,

Indubitably i'm too street

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

Kill it frozen bars, catch a cold case focused

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

Check this- i'm fucked gone mental, these thoughts are my stencil