This is a song about "Old rams"

This irritation of life that's getting real old

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

And don't think what you're old

Women front, they get its cold

Is a space that now you hold

Your name is benny 19 years old

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

You see when i was 19 years old

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

These faces and places are growing old,

I've murdered so many verses its getting old

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

This old bastard will kill me?

I was wondering maybe