This is a song about "Old times"

Said off so many times, writers block, its hard times

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

And don't think what you're old

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Reminding me of the bad times

Before we see it's hard to live

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

Relive all the good times

Destined to win, get respect where i live

But shit it's all mine, at all times

Just to make it in this broadway lights

Hard to kill, how many more times?

I'll say the fword over a hundred times

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

Maybe jab you in the eye several times.

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive