This is a song about "The good old days"

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

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

Sitting here reminiscing about the old days

Got fixation for that home simpson phrase

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

Doing 100 on the freeway swerving been awake for days

Never had fights even on the coldest of days

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

I don’t care where ya are

The days of our adventure

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

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