This is a song about "Toronto the city of the cold"

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

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

Hard to shovel the cold crap out of the way

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

I'm breaking the silence i'm sick of speculating the violence, i'm kenner city brawling.

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

Look outside the window and you'll see the city of gold/

Different positions, but she still moaning the same

More fights occurring here then the streets of cold ukraine

Is a space that now you hold

Hand to hand in the cold