This is a song about "An old friend"

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

Sometime, somewhere, i'll end up nowhere like an old trend

I guess it's just an old-fashioned south baptist state of mind,

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

I wander the wastes of an old chart,

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

He's an old-aged granny who cuddles and hugs kits

I spit like an old sink

Beach on the weekend

An old woman came by, holding a duck in her left hand

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

We go up and down like an old roller coaster

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her