This is a song about "Old bitchs"

You was to young a 18 year old

Women front, they get its cold

I am just an artist

I spit like an old sink

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

These faces and places are growing old,

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

I've murdered so many verses its getting old

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

Shes only 17 years old

The truth shall be told

Black woman you cold

Then those bitches who grew old.