This is a song about "Old shit"

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Sixteen years old with a old thang

Like as if i didn’t know man

This irritation of life that's getting real old

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

When the rhyme itself starts getting old

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

Grillin shit out of the fridge and we don't know how old,

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

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

It's my new old shit against your old new shit

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

I'm that new shit and you're that old fuck on the shelf

Lifes he stole left young but feeling old

But for long time i had gone cold