This is a song about "Old spice"

Bought a brand new car for my after party

U lack the spice, black n' white like bank robbers be

Is a space that now you hold

Since i was a day old,

Like an old paper plate

What you call hate

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

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

All this paper i fold

Shes only 17 years old

Then those bitches who grew old.

Women front, they get its cold

For all the flips imma add a little spice.

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice