This is a song about "Cold drinks"

Though it seems the world is cold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

But hold the beat, he ain't speaking for everyone

He's the part of me that drinks when the days are done.

I say that the pool is closed

Get ya apron on/teas gettin cold/

And for the nigga that pulled the trigger then tried to slide

Fizzy drinks and gremlins, you know my world's filled with sprite?

Before you turn too cold

All this paper i fold

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Ahhhh, shitwe gonna taste the powerwe started the thug trend

Smoking weed having drinks and those days never end

Skipping class and growing cold

Is a space that now you hold