This is a song about "Old head"

While i'm making history

This old bastard will kill me?

That's my old days role plays

Lookin' for these better days

Women front, they get its cold

When the rhyme itself starts getting old

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

And don't think what you're old

Is a space that now you hold

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

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

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

But for long time i had gone cold

I put some cash in ya pocket

Never gon' be old shit