This is a song about "Old things"

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

This irritation of life that's getting real old

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

These wack bitches getting old

And don't think what you're old

Women front, they get its cold

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

Double m-g not to mention we got that

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

The simple things in life were getting pretty old

Hindsight, dimes and fame, expensive things/

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Spitting things inefficiently?

It's no longer a new jack city

Soon as the stooly sings

Chattering bring back other things