This is a song about "Still cold"

I mean of course just the same old

Though it seems the world is cold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Get ya apron on/teas gettin cold/

I feel so cold standing alone

You left your nigga on his own

Your thought provokes a a common cold

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

What makes my raps flow so cold

I breathe fire, cause it's too cold

We forever be real, we'll never fold

Catches cold like everybody freeze,

I'm everything that they call nice

Whatever weather, cold or warm

He gave 'em the platform