This is a song about "Too cold"

I mean of course just the same old

Where the floor boards are so cold,

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

All because of a heart, that turned cold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

But for long time i had gone cold

When it's repping time, i get on extra grind

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

Who knows what the

Sound kinda cold nigga

Hand to hand in the cold

Is a space that now you hold

The truth shall be told

Skipping class and growing cold

But until my heart stop and turns cold,

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled