This is a song about "Too cold to run"

Stole his wallet and proceeded to run.

Me and my microphone could be one

You the type to run your mouth then run from me

The good kid from the ugly city

That's all i have to say, i run

What up girl, tell me how you been

Ross and folarin, couple women

Give you a second to run

Don't even try to run,

Work straight out the kitchen

I'm selling wisdom, just try and listen i'm tryna get you

I run the motherfucking system, when i want, i perk it too,

I breathe fire, cause it's too cold

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold