This is a song about "Old bitchs"

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

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

These wack bitches getting old

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

You see when i was 19 years old

I say that the pool is closed

We forever be real, we'll never fold

This irritation of life that's getting real old

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

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

But for long time i had gone cold

When the rhyme itself starts getting old