This is a song about "Old schhol flavor"

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

The game lost its flavor so chew some fresh bars

You was to young a 18 year old

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

I've murdered so many verses its getting old

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

All this paper i fold

And don't think what you're old

Now let me give you a little taste of my flavor

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

Like old mother hubbard

Pink drank on, sprite work

This irritation of life that's getting real old

After every show, a dream she hold

Track 5.) lust (old school love)

Niggas talk with limited service