This is a song about "Old bitchs"

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

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

This irritation of life that's getting real old

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

When the rhyme itself starts getting old

After every show, a dream she hold

You see when i was 19 years old

I say that the pool is closed

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

These faces and places are growing old,