This is a song about "Old money"

When the rhyme itself starts getting old

But for long time i had gone cold

Since i was a day old,

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

These faces and places are growing old,

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

I heard that time is money

But five years from now i bet she see

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Black woman you cold

Then those bitches who grew old.

And don't think what you're old

The truth shall be told