This is a song about "Old niggers"

They say your name for attention

This old routine can never win

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

Except the niggers and the women and the whites who aren't regal

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

And i drop top off in a hot cold

These wack bitches getting old

Hand to hand in the cold

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Comprendo? old school titanic flowing

Damn shame niggers in my crew can't bang

G5, clearport, say hello to the man

Like i'm a moldy old herb

Chasing them checks, nike work