This is a song about "My old chevy"

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

16 years old taking care of child that wasnt my own,

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Leaving your old face remoulded placed onto my new face,

I got two whole tears in a bucket

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

I’m tryna be low key

In my old school, with the naughty

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

I earned my stripes like i stole some old sneakers

And finally, everyone got their own problems

Ever since my grams got old she's been a bit nuts

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

Cos my mac ten sprays like 'pac then (the old days)