This is a song about "Old rappers"

Now you got a masters

I'm the buster of rappers.

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

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Shes only 17 years old

Women front, they get its cold

All this paper i fold

Then those bitches who grew old.

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

So you finally got the nerve

Fuck you other rappers

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

And i drop top off in a hot cold

This old bastard will kill me?

Summertime in the city