This is a song about "Old bitchs"

These wack bitches getting old

All this paper i fold

But for long time i had gone cold

And don't think what you're old

These faces and places are growing old,

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

And that's jay line i had to quote that

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

An old friend no stranger

Get your paper, see you later

There you go, just what ya bitchs been lookin for

That fire flow the finest women i adore

Lifes he stole left young but feeling old

After every show, a dream she hold

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

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