This is a song about "Slaves in the old days"

They say that i never cease to amaze

Cos my mac ten sprays like 'pac then (the old days)

I could see the better days

Just know that i'm always

A hazy glimpse of what's to come in the ensuing days/

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Bring it back to the old days,cause rap is so gay

See i came a long way, that's living the wrong way

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Cookin' in the old pot, turn into the crack rocks,

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

A tribe called quest in the days of reaganomics,

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

To the beats which i've ridden from this brittle prison that i lived in for days

Sitting here reminiscing about the old days

Move like i’m walking with an open case