This is a song about "Old neal"

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

And don't think what you're old

Since i was a day old,

All this paper i fold

This old bastard will kill me?

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

Back up on the old hunt,

I fear no opponent

Women front, they get its cold

You see when i was 19 years old

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

When the rhyme itself starts getting old

But for long time i had gone cold

You was to young a 18 year old

The truth shall be told

Shes only 17 years old