This is a song about "Cold"

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

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

I mean of course just the same old

Get ya apron on/teas gettin cold/

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Your thought provokes a a common cold

But until my heart stop and turns cold,

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Im ice cool, you just ice cold!

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

That'll do anything that i please

Catches cold like everybody freeze,

Where the floor boards are so cold,

The truth shall be told