This is a song about "Old chang kee"

When the rhyme itself starts getting old

We forever be real, we'll never fold

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Then those bitches who grew old.

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

I've murdered so many verses its getting old

It’s something that’s in your veins

Track 11.) old servants (new slaves)

Since i was a day old,

I say that the pool is closed

And more than confident

Back up on the old hunt,

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Ring ring ding dong ching chang ching ringa ding dong

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

This irritation of life that's getting real old