This is a song about "Talentless old bitchs"

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

These faces and places are growing old,

Talentless scumbag/who spits on his fans/

We getting money, you can face the facts

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

Then those bitches who grew old.

Women front, they get its cold

And don't think what you're old

Black woman you cold