This is a song about "Old freinds"

Like old mother hubbard

They call me say, word

All this paper i fold

Since i was a day old,

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

I say that the pool is closed

When the rhyme itself starts getting old

An old friend no stranger

If they ain’t talking bout paper

You see when i was 19 years old

Women front, they get its cold

This old bastard will kill me?

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty