This is a song about "Being cold"

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Before you turn too cold

I say that the pool is closed

Where the floor boards are so cold,

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

But until my heart stop and turns cold,

You should lock me up for being so dope with a flow so cold

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

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

But for long time i had gone cold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Though it seems the world is cold

Your thought provokes a a common cold

After every show, a dream she hold