This is a song about "Old love"

These wack bitches getting old

All this paper i fold

Every night i stroke hoes

Love rapping love sneakers above those

This irritation of life that's getting real old

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Pass that, catch back, fast that

Never gon' be old shit

Hand to hand in the cold

And don't think what you're old

These faces and places are growing old,

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Track 11.) old servants (new slaves)

One verse is all it takes

Then those bitches who grew old.

Black woman you cold