This is a song about "Ore"

My climate is way higher then lindsay lohan nostrils on powder

I watch television and eat my cereal for about a half hour

All this paper i fold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Running out of time your hour glass collided with my ill mind,

Said i'll return but i gotta fight the fate's arrived

What you calla lifetime, i just call a long day

His rap's a b mines an a so crap and see lines can spray

Hand to hand in the cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

So type ur best n i'll fry ur set take a minute n hour

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

I like a broad that has fashion gold,