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

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

After this rappad shit ill be producin, its christmas in a day so ill go easy for the season,

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Its obvious im hot its obvious you cold

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Rhyming over reason, is the season, its my philosophy

I looked sadness dead in its cold eyes

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride

The woods are dark and its a cold, cold night,