This is a song about "Old neal"

This irritation of life that's getting real old

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Women front, they get its cold

And don't think what you're old

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

And if i everest, i won't die old/

You was to young a 18 year old

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

All this paper i fold

These wack bitches getting old

My four-four's givin payback

Now the old me is back

When the rhyme itself starts getting old

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

Red bottoms with the spike work

Like old mother hubbard