This is a song about "Old times"

Girl, you remember all does times,

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

All this paper i fold

These wack bitches getting old

What we gotta do to survive

Reminding me of the bad times

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

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

Click-clack, backtrack to earlier times

I'll say the fword over a hundred times

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

But shit it's all mine, at all times

Take her back to where i live

Before we see it's hard to live

Hard to kill, how many more times?