This is a song about "The good old days"

This is why her nigga mad

Now the old me is back

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

Lookin' at me, now they know my face

It but say good bye to your days

And i got them gold bottles, first place

I could see the better days

Slow and steady wins this race

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Let's head home, being left alone got old, just want the days from way back

Thinking of bliss and the good days

That's my old days role plays