This is a song about "Old navy"

She mighty fine but i notice that her heart resides next to bitterness

Submersive as navy seals submerged in the bloody water of the worthless

You see when i was 19 years old

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Hand to hand in the cold

These wack bitches getting old

Sixteen years old with a old thang

Like as if i didn’t know man

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

These faces and places are growing old,

After every show, a dream she hold

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

This irritation of life that's getting real old