This is a song about "Im old greg"

Im young but i stay old fashioned

She leave her hair in the sink

Where i from, it get cold

These wack bitches getting old

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

This irritation of life that's getting real old

Since i was a day old,

Hand to hand in the cold

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

Im rappin the old school cuz the new school was crowded

Nigga, you pull over, fuck a rover range

And im consumed with the abilities of old age

And don't think what you're old

And i drop top off in a hot cold