This is a song about "Old skool"

I see the bitches calling i just hit ignore

Kill 'em by old skool flow,let them down on a floor

Well one man’s trash is another man’s treasure

We were so young,i was a ol' skool gang member

This irritation of life that's getting real old

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

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Since i was a day old,

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Is a space that now you hold

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

Still moving forward like a 2 year old