This is a song about "Oldie"

With pop tunes that costume our doomed slewed truths

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

Like my tunes light a bong rap a song gradually

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Say what you wanna but

Waiting for me to fuck up

Halfback toss to right

Fuck you know this song might

On how they set me up

I know you're mad, but so what

This is the end of my fucking song

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

I see the sun comin up

Say you don’t do what

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Goldie locks, goldie robs