This is a song about "Old skook"

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Bet i'm heavy with that

Never gon' be old shit

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

When the rhyme itself starts getting old

Then those bitches who grew old.

The truth shall be told

Back up on the old hunt,

And more than confident

These wack bitches getting old

Where i from, it get cold

Now the old me is back

Sneak up on attack

That's my old days role plays

Thinking of bliss and the good days