This is a song about "Old ban"

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

These wack bitches getting old

Rocking pieces on the transit, got a legal wall now the towns tryna ban it,

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

But for long time i had gone cold

Shes only 17 years old

Then those bitches who grew old.

I say that the pool is closed

It's my new old shit against your old new shit

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

And don't think what you're old

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

I vanished from where you are, until you stop the weed and ban it

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

I vanished from where you are, until you stop the weed and ban it