This is a song about "Old otis"

Young, handsome and focused

I spit like an old sink

Where you belong with your family

This old bastard will kill me?

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

I've murdered so many verses its getting old

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

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

These wack bitches getting old

All this paper i fold

Fuck that nigga, wolf gang

Sixteen years old with a old thang

We forever be real, we'll never fold

You see when i was 19 years old

Make the fingers snap

Now the old me is back