This is a song about "Old shit"

Tell your homegirl relax and let me get inside you

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

But for long time i had gone cold

Shes only 17 years old

All this paper i fold

Then those bitches who grew old.

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

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

These faces and places are growing old,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

The truth shall be told

These wack bitches getting old

And don't think what you're old

Black woman you cold