This is a song about "Out in the cold"

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

I know the way i'm going out can seem a little cold

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

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

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

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

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Knocked out in the lunch in

Through thick and thin

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

Cause in reality its cold out so you stay inside

With some lesbians that don't know english

In the cold street,where the bad guy is