This is a song about "Old bitchs"

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

I've murdered so many verses its getting old

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

But that's what he liked her

An old friend no stranger

There you go, just what ya bitchs been lookin for

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor