This is a song about "Matthew lombard"

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

And if i everest, i won't die old/

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

Shes only 17 years old

Black woman you cold

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

And when you're black or latin know they administer aids,

Is a space that now you hold

Lifes he stole left young but feeling old

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

I've murdered so many verses its getting old

Since i was a day old,

I say that the pool is closed

When the rhyme itself starts getting old

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold