This is a song about "Old bitches"

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Then those bitches who grew old.

Hand to hand in the cold

Never gon' be old shit

Now you got me hopped up on that

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

Like i been slapping bitches,

Mind your motherfucking business

But for long time i had gone cold

Since i was a day old,

Cause bitch, i'm big business

Flexin on these bitches

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

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