This is a song about "Cold bodys"

I'm nice, yo, fuck it, i'm out cold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

Poor, working-class household, now i'm here out cold,

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

But until my heart stop and turns cold,

You're my river runnin' high, run deep, run wild

North cold or south cold, can't really make up my mind

Skipping class and growing cold

All this paper i fold

But for long time i had gone cold

Is a space that now you hold

I feel so cold standing alone

Little latasha sho' grown

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

I'm cold on the cold turkey