This is a song about "Im old greg"

Im young but i stay old fashioned

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

Im lurkin in the shadows waitin for him like a creepy old guy with a staple gun

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

These wack bitches getting old

Lifes he stole left young but feeling old

We forever be real, we'll never fold

Performing an autopsy better then greg.

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

When the rhyme itself starts getting old

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

You see when i was 19 years old

And i drop top off in a hot cold

And don't think what you're old

Where i from, it get cold