This is a song about "Die old"

She's a sex chaser, do whatever for the change

We start young,we live life and hopefully die in old age

Even after i die/

Dreamin on a lullaby

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

I've murdered so many verses its getting old

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

Or somthing and wait to die

And if i everest, i won't die old/

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

People steal, people die,

I be ballin, they wonder why

When niggas act bitch-made she got the heart to fightnigga my girlfriend, though we separated at times

Old school til i die no reason to testify im satisfied by multi syllable rhymes

It’s so hard and its so an this marvelous flow

But it never rings that old friends can die by drago