This is a song about "Hold the cold one"

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Where the floor boards are so cold,

Columbus, holla at ya boy

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

Talking real grizzy,never seen a pistol nor hold one i make this real easy

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

So now i hold, all the tension,

Double mg not to mention

After party crib full of broads all naked

Rap game on hold all for the kid

And that's word to my nigga bad boy

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

// [you can hold all the cards]

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

I mean of course just the same old

Though it seems the world is cold