This is a song about "Old hags"

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

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

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

We forever be real, we'll never fold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

These wack bitches getting old

Where i from, it get cold

Or something that you paid for

An old friend no stranger

But for long time i had gone cold

You see when i was 19 years old

This old bastard will kill me?

It's no longer a new jack city

Back up on the old hunt,

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant