This is a song about "Your mixtape is cold"

Y’all talk about your wine chill and your beer cold,

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Why am i like this? why is winter cold

After every show, a dream she hold

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

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

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

The money gets closer when you seem to be grindin' more

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

Do you plan to pass this cold trait, and have your offspring last this cold fate?

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue

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

Wetter than a swish and i never miss

In the cold street,where the bad guy is

Do you plan to pass this cold trait, and have your offspring last this cold fate?

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade