This is a song about "Old money"

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

These faces and places are growing old,

I'm going off the top of the brain

Money bring pain,money bring gain

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

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

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

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

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

Is a space that now you hold

When the rhyme itself starts getting old

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

Music is money, money isn't music

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Lifes he stole left young but feeling old