This is a song about "Old skool shit"

When the rhyme itself starts getting old

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

May i ask that you cut the wack shit? sound like a 12 year old,

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

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

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

Hand to hand in the cold

These wack bitches getting old

Lifes he stole left young but feeling old

But for long time i had gone cold

Never gon' be old shit

You, you, you have to pay for that

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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