This is a song about "The good old days"

Sitting here reminiscing about the old days

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

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

After every show, a dream she hold

When the rhyme itself starts getting old

Let's pretend he had a home to run, saving the days,

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

Not like in the good old days when you looked up at me an said

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

Put expressions in their music and create the face

Never had fights even on the coldest of days