This is a song about "Old rap"

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

When the rhyme itself starts getting old

No days off and that's even on a snow day

Bring it back to the old days,cause rap is so gay

Lifes he stole left young but feeling old

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

But for long time i had gone cold

You was to young a 18 year old

30 chains on, bet the light work

Like old mother hubbard

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

I've murdered so many verses its getting old

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold