This is a song about "Old freinds"

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

And don't think what you're old

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

If you ever feel alone and

Back up on the old hunt,

With g's in my pocket

Never gon' be old shit

When the rhyme itself starts getting old

We forever be real, we'll never fold

But for long time i had gone cold

Since i was a day old,

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

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Where i from, it get cold

You was to young a 18 year old