This is a song about "Old freinds"

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Lifes he stole left young but feeling old

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

These faces and places are growing old,

You was to young a 18 year old

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Back up on the old hunt,

I ain't trying to be ignorant

Take your time when you’re with me baby

This old bastard will kill me?

This irritation of life that's getting real old

We forever be real, we'll never fold

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Your name is benny 19 years old

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold