This is a song about "Old music"

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

I got my drink, i got my music

Eatin niggas, killin niggas, makin dope music.

And i don't blame you, cause game gets swang like it ain't shit

Got the passion for the music

So, i’m on some 40 days and night shit

Then those bitches who grew old.

The truth shall be told

Women front, they get its cold

Shes only 17 years old

...i make beautiful music,

I got some fire and shit

I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism west shit

I make elevating music

Keep the bitches on my dick

Hard to make it in music/