This is a song about "Old yeller"

And don't think what you're old

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

And if i everest, i won't die old/

After every show, a dream she hold

You see when i was 19 years old

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

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

Like as if i didn’t know man

Sixteen years old with a old thang

When the rhyme itself starts getting old

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

The door crack, niggas all black

Now the old me is back

Back up on the old hunt,

So dunn stay silent