This is a song about "Old bestfriend"

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Shes only 17 years old

Black woman you cold

But for long time i had gone cold

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

The concept is so absurd

Like i'm a moldy old herb

Lifes he stole left young but feeling old

We forever be real, we'll never fold

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Like old mother hubbard

Free of all old dragging tension;

Double mg not to mention

And don't think what you're old

This shit would leave rosetta stoned