This is a song about "Im old greg"

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

When the rhyme itself starts getting old

Im new to, working this perfect, my version of wordings occurring in few spews

Im not sad or blue im fucking black and red dude rip a rapper up like old news

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Lifes he stole left young but feeling old

Is a space that now you hold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

We forever be real, we'll never fold

This irritation of life that's getting real old

Im lurkin in the shadows waitin for him like a creepy old guy with a staple gun

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

Old school til i die no reason to testify im satisfied by multi syllable rhymes

When niggas act bitch-made she got the heart to fightnigga my girlfriend, though we separated at times