This is a song about "New and old"

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

I smoke and drink but i'm not that old,

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

A place where everything is possible, for young and old/

All this paper i fold

And don't think what you're old

My ride old but my rims new,

I'm hoping that this letter reaches you

Leaving your old face remoulded placed onto my new face,

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

I been in the zone like my whole life my new bitch your old wife

This isn't no griot but a mere portion of a semi-important life

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

Cops wanna cuff you, niggas wanna clap you

And if i everest, i won't die old/

We forever be real, we'll never fold