This is a song about "An old friend"

Heavy breathing out like an old man

Can you picture my specific plan

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

Those aren't true friend their just an acquaintance

Why we call them hoes bitchesand maybe this might help you understand

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

Wanna be an old white dude in a powdered wig

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

Got ten on the floor, stop playing with flow

I run and rub my crotch upon an old hobo

So old school, makes sense i'm an artifact

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

Got patron sippin' in my cup, hey, where's your man

With an old style and a sold can that outran

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

That makes sense? like an old hospital, i'm past patience,