This is a song about "Old shit"

But for long time i had gone cold

Since i was a day old,

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

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

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

Lifes he stole left young but feeling old

These wack bitches getting old

Women front, they get its cold

Look in the scope, my people still a target

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

Sick and i'm slick, i been in this shit since six years old, i'm droppin' poems,

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Never gon' be old shit

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

I've murdered so many verses its getting old

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed