This is a song about "Old bitchs"

And don't think what you're old

All this paper i fold

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

After every show, a dream she hold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

This irritation of life that's getting real old

And it's you, can't even front i press ignore

There you go, just what ya bitchs been lookin for

Lifes he stole left young but feeling old

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed