This is a song about "Old money"

Your name is benny 19 years old

We forever be real, we'll never fold

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

When the rhyme itself starts getting old

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

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

You see when i was 19 years old

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Lifes he stole left young but feeling old

And i drop top off in a hot cold

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

Getting to the money

But make sure if they do see

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

Music is money, money isn't music