This is a song about "Old finnish people"

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

I say that the pool is closed

And don't think what you're old

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

When the rhyme itself starts getting old

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

It's my new old shit against your old new shit

It's the wolf gang, golf wang

Sixteen years old with a old thang

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

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

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

I've murdered so many verses its getting old