This is a song about "Old trucks"

Never gon' be old shit

You don't mean that, you faggot

These faces and places are growing old,

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

And don't think what you're old

I say that the pool is closed

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

What happened to em, innocently used to play with and adore toy trucks

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

My criteria ain't even that serious

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

This irritation of life that's getting real old

Back up on the old hunt,

I ain't trying to be ignorant