This is a song about "Old times"

Women front, they get its cold

Then those bitches who grew old.

The world seems strange at times

Been spending most our lives

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

Like kg said cowards die a thousand times

Click-clack, backtrack to earlier times

My passport got stamped before a couple rhymes

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Shes only 17 years old

These wack bitches getting old

Black woman you cold

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

But to think the first 3 times

Maybe jab you in the eye several times.

Wale they call me tiger stripes