“It’s so cold, how your ace boon. Will bite you, set you on fire, ignite yea. But he smellin like he like yea. Moving around all hyper! But poppa ALWAYS told me. Keep your clapper, by your lap and it be your closest homey! Man i hustle for change, just to maintain. Just to do the damn thang, just to make it in the game. Hungry for food, always in the mood to get money. Cause ain’t nobody doin shit for me. My momma ALWAYS told me, days will get lonely. Everybody claiming your friend aint your homey. Daddy always told me, same fools with yea. Be the ones that will turn around and get yea. Man It’s COLD!(YEAa)”