This is a song about "Old bitches"

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

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

These faces and places are growing old,

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

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

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

Like i been slapping bitches,

It's a beautiful bliss

Never gon' be old shit

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

2dopeboyz i know you like this

No apologies for these bitches