This is a song about "Cold sob"

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Im ice cool, you just ice cold!

I say that the pool is closed

Hand to hand in the cold

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Get ya apron on/teas gettin cold/

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

But for long time i had gone cold

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

But anyways, i ain't hear to make you sob, tell you stories,

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

Its obvious im hot its obvious you cold

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

What makes my raps flow so cold