This is a song about "Old man mason"

And don't think what you're old

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

When the rhyme itself starts getting old

But for long time i had gone cold

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Thus contributing to ongoing credit

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

We forever be real, we'll never fold

This irritation of life that's getting real old

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

Like an old paper plate

She self made, i'm self made

Black woman you cold

These wack bitches getting old