This is a song about "Old skool"

Shes only 17 years old

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Then those bitches who grew old.

And i drop top off in a hot cold

The truth shall be told

Since i was a day old,

You're very attractive, and notice that

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

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

This irritation of life that's getting real old

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Where i from, it get cold

And don't think what you're old

I fear no opponent

Back up on the old hunt,