This is a song about "Remember old times"

These wack bitches getting old

But for long time i had gone cold

Times like this i remember the hunt

Closet the size of your apartment

Not now not ever

Because i'll remember,

The truth shall be told

And don't think what you're old

Tryna remember all does times my girl and i made love

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

The world seems strange at times

If i could have 25 wives

The world seems strange at times

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Got a flock full of dimes

You better get with the times