This is a song about "Out in the cold"

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

While we nearly got evicted to be ditched in the cold

I'm nice, yo, fuck it, i'm out cold

I say that the pool is closed

Fully chrome alone prone to put holes in you unknowingly cold in the solo

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

Even my critics are saying a nigga name right

Cause in reality its cold out so you stay inside

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

I see the addict, the alcoholic with golden flask out cold,

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

If i was out in the cold, i really couldn't bare

The kid circles lonely in a dark cold cage.

Peep gamedon't let the money make you change

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I'm cold on the cold turkey