This is a song about "Cold blood"

Skipping class and growing cold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Its obvious im hot its obvious you cold

He told me to fucking kill you in cold blood right on sight

Test the water let me know if the temperature right

All this paper i fold

Hand to hand in the cold

Full up to fuck with blood,

Love will have you stuck

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

But i murdered you in cold blood, and got away with it!!

Is a space that now you hold

Im ice cool, you just ice cold!

I'm cold on the cold turkey

Come on this journey