This is a song about "Old spice"

All this paper i fold

Then those bitches who grew old.

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

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

It's just textbook stuff

Track 5.) lust (old school love)

Lifes he stole left young but feeling old

Women front, they get its cold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

For all the flips imma add a little spice.

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries