This is a song about "Old neal"

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

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

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

Now the old me is back

Yeah, the sex in the sack

These faces and places are growing old,

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Fuck what you heard

Like old mother hubbard

But for long time i had gone cold

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

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

I've murdered so many verses its getting old

This how i hear it different

Back up on the old hunt,