This is a song about "Now i old"

Guess what? i rhyme ill, i’m fifteen years old

We forever be real, we'll never fold

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

I force myself into my old self again,

Since i was a day old,

Women front, they get its cold

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

I wander the wastes of an old chart,

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

The wear and tear gets old i swear, aging faster than me

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

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

I don't care how old she is, i'm cool with fucking old whores

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

I earned my stripes like i stole some old sneakers