This is a song about "Old macdonald"

Where i from, it get cold

You was to young a 18 year old

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Back up on the old hunt,

Sixteen years old with a old thang

Can you picture my specific plan

When the rhyme itself starts getting old

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

These wack bitches getting old

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

It's my new old shit against your old new shit

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Never gon' be old shit

Then those bitches who grew old.

But for long time i had gone cold