This is a song about "Old"

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

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

You was to young a 18 year old

Lifes he stole left young but feeling old

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

And i drop top off in a hot cold

And don't think what you're old

Is a space that now you hold

These wack bitches getting old

Back up on the old hunt,

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Never gon' be old shit