This is a song about "Old times"

Shes only 17 years old

Where i from, it get cold

We hustle to survive

Relive all the good times

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Maybe jab you in the eye several times.

All the time with this glock of mines

But to think the first 3 times

I'll say the fword over a hundred times

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

She cries reminiscing on the good times

We will never die, we are forever alive

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

The world seems strange at times

Remember when we went to happy times

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives