This is a song about "Talentless old bitchs"

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

Fuckin bitches chasing paper

An old friend no stranger

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

We forever be real, we'll never fold

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

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

But for long time i had gone cold

Then those bitches who grew old.