This is a song about "Old mcdonald"

These wack bitches getting old

All this paper i fold

Is a space that now you hold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

I've murdered so many verses its getting old

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Since i was a day old,

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Look in the scope, my people still a target

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

And my kick game beyond crazy

This old bastard will kill me?

We forever be real, we'll never fold

Your name is benny 19 years old