This is a song about "Hold the cold one"

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

Half a mill "rap-touring," jarrett jack boy

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

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

Outta town rapper, bitches love to hear my accent

So wheres the one that'll hold me down till the end

Where the floor boards are so cold,

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Though it seems the world is cold

Is a space that now you hold

Oh girl now don't be silly

My game cold, one degree