This is a song about "Getting old"

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

This irritation of life that's getting real old

We forever be real, we'll never fold

It shows i know a bit

Never gon' be old shit

Black woman you cold

And don't think what you're old

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

All this paper i fold

Then those bitches who grew old.

The simple things in life were getting pretty old

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

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

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