This is a song about "Old macdonald"

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

And i drop top off in a hot cold

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

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

That's my old days role plays

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

You was to young a 18 year old

Shes only 17 years old

The truth shall be told

But that's what he liked her

An old friend no stranger

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

I've murdered so many verses its getting old

Sixteen years old with a old thang

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang