This is a song about "Out in the cold"

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

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

Gin makes me sin

Knocked out in the lunch in

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Man its cold out here but i'm survivin' in this weather

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

Lonely roads, the windy breeze, crackheads out cold alone,

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

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

This fires out its cold now

Will somebody please show me how

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

She's looking real cold in the lobby

Dependin on navigation they ever know where they goin

Everything is written in the cold, so it can coin-