This is a song about "Old gregg"

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

These faces and places are growing old,

Now the old me is back

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

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

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

That's my old days role plays

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

These wack bitches getting old

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

When the rhyme itself starts getting old

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Then those bitches who grew old.