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

Load up the rifle, so damn predictable

I think that i finally reached the pinnacle

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

Dependin on navigation they ever know where they goin

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

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

Keep the bitches on my dick

So damn crisp and so damn big

In the back cranking music so damn loud

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

The government is a possible puppet for them damn!/

Fuck whoever said the rap game wasn't edible man

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

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

Thats spits lyrics so cold

All this paper i fold