This is a song about "Too cold"

The truth shall be told

Where the floor boards are so cold,

Been trying to put it down long after i was signed

North cold or south cold, can't really make up my mind

But for long time i had gone cold

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Skipping class and growing cold

All this paper i fold

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

Its obvious im hot its obvious you cold

I'm the king of england this shit too cold,

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

What makes my raps flow so cold

Is a space that now you hold