This is a song about "Old rap"

Shes only 17 years old

All this paper i fold

Hand to hand in the cold

And don't think what you're old

I could send my10 year old michael to your place to teach you how to rap.

Told my niggas, aye i'm finna put the ville on the map

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

You see when i was 19 years old

We forever be real, we'll never fold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Like old mother hubbard

I'm purging old habits of studying these rap charts

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Sixteen years old with a old thang

G5, clearport, say hello to the man