This is a song about "Old kris thompson"

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Like this, be poppin' kris tha lyrical twist comin'

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Flow is tight like kris to kross//

I've murdered so many verses its getting old

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

You was to young a 18 year old

All this paper i fold

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

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

And don't think what you're old

Hand to hand in the cold