This is a song about "Out in the cold"

Hand to hand in the cold

The truth shall be told

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

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

The truth, now it's told, cold 'till in the morning breeze,

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

It's things to know about when you got dough and clout

Its was a cold night in brooklyn when i first set out

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

I was in the zone fuckin boned her then didnt phone her that is stone cold

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

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

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

Kids out on the corner cold, bring em in to your heated flat

She's looking real cold in the lobby

They say i talk like im god body