This is a song about "Old time photos"

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Lifes he stole left young but feeling old

The truth shall be told

Since i was a day old,

Like old mother hubbard

My shirt, purple label my shirt

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

Girls screamin' yolo, while takin' their photos

The money and fame coming in due time, old friends like "happy belated"

You've unleashed the beast and i play you lil' niggas like lisa's shit

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

And if i everest, i won't die old/

Please no photos, sorry mr. jameson

All the girls really want is fun

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

These faces and places are growing old,