This is a song about "Old woman"

This is my skill, i'm making a choice

Another dead woman,another bad boys

Cuz you were the only woman i truly adored,

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

Then those bitches who grew old.

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

He hooked up with another woman, her intuition

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

You gotta treat a woman right, not sleep with them all

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

Wouldnt smack a woman but id smack a bitch

I want a woman not a lady

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Every man woman and child, dead, from a shot to the head,

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead