This is a song about "Old macdonald"

It ain't hard to make money

This old bastard will kill me?

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

Back up on the old hunt,

And bijies like im out and

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Look inside my closet

Never gon' be old shit

These faces and places are growing old,

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

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

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