This is a song about "The old testament"

Say hi to the ritalin regiment

Rocks in my mouth serve as a testament.

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Tired of the same old vision, unmotivated decisions,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

When the rhyme itself starts getting old

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Haunts us like ghosts, 'till they come back to the old,

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

My streaks my testament.

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

Tired of hearing rappers with the same old rhythm same old stupid opinions

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Love the game know this is coming from a different place

Sitting here reminiscing about the old days