This is a song about "Too cold to run"

I breathe fire, cause it's too cold

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

And i'd like to serenade you for every day you

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

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

To having a motherfuckin' fortune too...

I'm a son of a gun

Give you a second to run

The truth shall be told

Before you turn too cold

That's all i have to say, i run

Just to match the grind with precision

Im liable to spit cold fire

I ain't talkative neither

If it ain’t nothin', a break – uh break- breakdown

And to run me off, you gotta run me down