This is a song about "Old days"

But let me inspire someone who can

Sixteen years old with a old thang

Just remember that there's brighter days

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

Then those bitches who grew old.

Hand to hand in the cold

These wack bitches getting old

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Because they weak, like seven days.

Yeah hail mary full of grace

Two of her friends strip she never judge them though

Bad days come and go, sad days come and go

Like laser rays and razor blades, for days and days,

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways