This is a song about "Old gregg"

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Then those bitches who grew old.

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Back up on the old hunt,

We forever be real, we'll never fold

This irritation of life that's getting real old

An old friend no stranger

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

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

But for long time i had gone cold

And if i everest, i won't die old/

Hand to hand in the cold

You was to young a 18 year old