This is a song about "Old bestfriend"

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

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

I've murdered so many verses its getting old

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

After every show, a dream she hold

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

And it's you, can't even front i press ignore

I might have fuck my ex's bestfriend but i'm not shore

I feel good, i look great

Like an old paper plate

Slight work, light work

Like old mother hubbard

And don't think what you're old

All this paper i fold

This irritation of life that's getting real old

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold