This is a song about "Getting old"

And don't think what you're old

I say that the pool is closed

Then those bitches who grew old.

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

When the rhyme itself starts getting old

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

These wack bitches getting old

Hand to hand in the cold

Getting old you need assistance. i know you're nothin, i'm a witness.

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

It's my new old shit against your old new shit

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

I'm the king of england france was getting old,