This is a song about "Old girl"

These wack bitches getting old

Is a space that now you hold

Enforce, i'm elegant and

Back up on the old hunt,

Since i was a day old,

All this paper i fold

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

I've murdered so many verses its getting old

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Lifes he stole left young but feeling old

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

It's all good, finna dog that

Never gon' be old shit

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

Sixteen years old with a old thang