This is a song about "Old music"

Hand to hand in the cold

These wack bitches getting old

But i remain the good kid

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

Mc's get taken to school with this music

And i drop top off in a hot cold

And don't think what you're old

You should of learned before writing music

That's what i call it, it's full of shit

Personify wisdom tell them through the music

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

Knowing when its over blastin music

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit