This is a song about "My old guitar"

Leaving your old face remoulded placed onto my new face,

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

Going back to my old ways,my heart is a cold place,

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

I say that the pool is closed

My heart got cold and my mind grew old,

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

But at least you'll never have see my body start to get old

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

I force myself into my old self again,

Hah, wale folarin, ballin in case you didn’t knew

Your shit is old, but nigga my shit is brand new.

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Some old motherfucking nurses checking up my pockets