This is a song about "Old"

Pocket racked up all big faces

Track 5.) lust (old school love)

You was to young a 18 year old

But for long time i had gone cold

Bitch you should see my wallet

Never gon' be old shit

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

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

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

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Back up on the old hunt,

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Then those bitches who grew old.

The truth shall be told