This is a song about "Helen yeller"

Where the floor boards are so cold,

I mean of course just the same old

The woods are dark and its a cold, cold night,

Always wanted a piece of the pie, now it’s sliced right

All because of a heart, that turned cold

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

What makes my raps flow so cold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Though it seems the world is cold

Is a space that now you hold

I breathe fire, cause it's too cold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Your thought provokes a a common cold