This is a song about "Old ville"

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

It's my new old shit against your old new shit

But for long time i had gone cold

And don't think what you're old

And i drop top off in a hot cold

These wack bitches getting old

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Best shit to come out the ville, call me the bluegrass biggie/

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Mixed cocktails, shaken not stirred

Like old mother hubbard

Lifes he stole left young but feeling old

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Comprendo? old school titanic flowing

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing