This is a song about "My flow not that cold"

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

What makes my raps flow so cold

Listen, i said we gonna have a good time tonight

My flow is tight and cold as ice, coast to coast it's right,

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

My flow is cold, you know it's dope, oh, shit, maybe not,

Niggas buy ringers can't pay their bill though

I catch a cold from my fridgid flow,

Poppa took the television, but left the radio

Its coz my raps are breezin cold, that you didnt know

Age thirteen, rapping like a machine, and nothing is stopping my cold wind flow that sends shivers

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

I flow cold but my aura brings flames when i spit on this beat i rip spines

Mic in my handi run like marion barberyou haters on the sidelines