This is a song about "Old schhol flavor"

This irritation of life that's getting real old

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Sixteen years old with a old thang

And come back baby boomerang

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

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

I love the hate but i aint got no time to savor the flavor

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

It's my new old shit against your old new shit

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

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

I've murdered so many verses its getting old

That shit got no flavor claiming you the lyrical saviour please

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Shes only 17 years old