This is a song about "The worldf is so damn cold"

Niggas ruin your plans, it’s best to do what you can

The government is a possible puppet for them damn!/

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

Smack ya so damn bad you'll ask, "what the crap's happenin'??"

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

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

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Flow is cold from the city streets

So now the truth is told, you've got the words, now shoot me cold,

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Ghosts in the hook so damn real

But ain't gonna be no stress in here

In the back cranking music so damn loud

Only chicken heads chicken out