This is a song about "Old macdonald"

We forever be real, we'll never fold

These faces and places are growing old,

Track 11.) old servants (new slaves)

We ain't playing no fucking games

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

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

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Like old mother hubbard

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

And don't think what you're old

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled