This is a song about "The good old days"

Remember the days you fought

And even if i'm broke, dog

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

When the rhyme itself starts getting old

Put the purp in the blunt

Back up on the old hunt,

Y'all can't ever fade that, i don't ever lack shit

I got bars for days i should sign to good music

I get that work from my face

It but say good bye to your days

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

Never had fights even on the coldest of days

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

Cause everybody else did it i had to save face