This is a song about "The good old days"

Driving my car to a foreign place

Cos my mac ten sprays like 'pac then (the old days)

Not like in the good old days when you looked up at me an said

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

Let's pretend he had a home to run, saving the days,

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

The days i'm gone, are the days i cherish

I'm a force to be reckoned with

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Doing 100 on the freeway swerving been awake for days

But i'm not in the first place

I could see the better days

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old