This is a song about "No barz"

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

// [oh no i won't back down, oh no]

You can pick the next room

No groom husband, no bloom

No specific pick , no particular list.

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

From the jungle, fam, where niggas bundle grams

No monopoly type flow, no chance

Always knew where the pot was

Champagne no chain no diamonds

I’m coming back like light-skin and

With barz flippant an rampant,

I know what it takes

No hesitations no waits

No conscience, no need for resilience

Jumped off the porch when i was like six