This is a song about "Im old"

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

When all i wanna do is show im a 15 yr old rebel

15 years old im colder then the ice thats laced in the local night skating rink,

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

And don't think what you're old

Hand to hand in the cold

Then those bitches who grew old.

From you. you're the one holding me back at the club or maybe the pub down the

I dont use the internet for my rhymes im old school always have an encyclopedia,

Shes only 17 years old

Is a space that now you hold

We forever be real, we'll never fold

This irritation of life that's getting real old