This is a song about "My old niggas"

Wolf gang, triple six crew

My ride old but my rims new,

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

My heart got cold and my mind grew old,

Old niggas mad cause' they played out like a sega

I got that good stroke, come be my mona lisa

May just gon' bring hobo back

My niggas getting mad

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Because all my fans are around the age of 12 years old

Hopin' that my niggas see

My niggas are deadly

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Stereotyped cause my accent pop like old videos