This is a song about "Wrist cold yeah its sniffle season"

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

Yeah, its about fucking time,

I looked sadness dead in its cold eyes

Becoming someone you don't recognize

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Rhyming over reason, is the season, its my philosophy

Will somebody please show me how

This fires out its cold now

Hell yeah,its an even bigger spark

So i'm going to need some help, on this next part

Its obvious im hot its obvious you cold

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

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

Its so murderous and impervious how i work my wrist