This is a song about "Old"

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

When the rhyme itself starts getting old

We forever be real, we'll never fold

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Comprendo? old school titanic flowing

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

These faces and places are growing old,

Sixteen years old with a old thang

Pushing in my mama van

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

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Track 5.) lust (old school love)

Cause this nigga done got jealous

Then those bitches who grew old.

The truth shall be told