This is a song about "Cold killa"

Thats spits lyrics so cold

I mean of course just the same old

We forever be real, we'll never fold

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

Your thought provokes a a common cold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Before you turn too cold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

They is terrycloth with it, i'm italian leather

Vendetta killa who was once a bed wetter

Skipping class and growing cold

The truth shall be told