This is a song about "Your mixtape is cold"

This is called revenge and it's best served cold

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Cause when you hot its like your burnin up everyone elses cold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

You know, they say that dish is best served cold?

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

You claim your name is blazin, you'll be cold after i murder you.

Flow is cold from the city streets

No time to plot retreats

This is what i wrote it for, the mixtape i recorded for,

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

Mistakes ona mixtape and make my rymes pen i trate in your mind

Photogenic, windows tinted, what type of car the ferrari kind

Cause your shine is somethin' like a mirror

You're rap is cold like a freezing winter