This is a song about "Cold world"

Skipping class and growing cold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

I'm cold on the cold turkey

Plottin' don’t even worry

We were livin' the cold world, ever since our birth no remedy

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

So behold these are the bitter truths of life that will forever remain untold

This verse may not be gold, it probably wont ever be sold, because this world is cold,

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

Your thought provokes a a common cold

And be another victim in this cold world

Back like i never ever left in the first

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Im ice cool, you just ice cold!

All because of a heart, that turned cold

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold