This is a song about "Old ville"

Never gon' be old shit

I put some cash in ya pocket

From the ville, never sold drugs man, the fuck can i rap about?/

Waiting holding her stomach but holmes would never find out

20 racks really thats sneaker money

This old bastard will kill me?

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Lifes he stole left young but feeling old

The ville with a coupe rocket

Well, i can handle that

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

After every show, a dream she hold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

These wack bitches getting old

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

This irritation of life that's getting real old