This is a song about "Old hags"

All this paper i fold

You was to young a 18 year old

Sixteen years old with a old thang

Both: this the perfect plan

Women front, they get its cold

These wack bitches getting old

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Lifes he stole left young but feeling old

Now the old me is back

You got reason to brag

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

When the rhyme itself starts getting old

You see when i was 19 years old

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

That's my old days role plays

Just know that i'm always