This is a song about "Old skool"

Then those bitches who grew old.

Is a space that now you hold

Since i was a day old,

Where i from, it get cold

After every show, a dream she hold

You was to young a 18 year old

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

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more

And don't think what you're old

All this paper i fold

Sixteen years old with a old thang

So all the hustling for nothing man