This is a song about "Old niggers"

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Is a space that now you hold

And don't think what you're old

The truth shall be told

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

This old bastard will kill me?

I've murdered so many verses its getting old

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

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

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

While im dishing out all of their wishes and burnin em faster than niggers in

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Women front, they get its cold

Lifes he stole left young but feeling old

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

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