This is a song about "Old shit"

And don't think what you're old

The truth shall be told

Grillin shit out of the fridge and we don't know how old,

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

What happened to the old shit, seems we’ve lost our guidance,

I say that the pool is closed

Lifes he stole left young but feeling old

Your shit is old, but nigga my shit is brand new.

That you offer them ones but they ain't let you

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

I've murdered so many verses its getting old

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

And if i everest, i won't die old/

Always spitting that old shit i wish the would just stop and quit

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit