This is a song about "My old guitar"

My heart got cold and my mind grew old,

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

10-year-old seeing his mother die is ripping my heart apart.

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

Stereotyped cause my accent pop like old videos

Leaving your old face remoulded placed onto my new face,

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself

This verse was a message to my sixteen year old self

It'll last for all these crazy days

That's my old days role plays

I earned my stripes like i stole some old sneakers

Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

See i was in my room, on my old xbox.