This is a song about "Old friendships"

Then those bitches who grew old.

Hand to hand in the cold

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

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Like old mother hubbard

Slight work, slight work

Because they grew up with you and there friendships true,

Now whatcha gonna dowhen my niggas come for you

We forever be real, we'll never fold

You was to young a 18 year old

This old bastard will kill me?

Walk that body, talk that body

Never gon' be old shit

Well, i can handle that

Your name is benny 19 years old

Where i from, it get cold