This is a song about "Old things"

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

When the rhyme itself starts getting old

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

And brutally doing things

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

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

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

You see when i was 19 years old

They say nothings ever free

Spitting things inefficiently?

These faces and places are growing old,

We forever be real, we'll never fold

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

This irritation of life that's getting real old

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Lifes he stole left young but feeling old