This is a song about "The old days"

Sitting here reminiscing about the old days

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

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

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

I left the pages blank for all the thankless wasted days,

And any connotation is viewed many ways

The feeling will only last for days

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

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

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

Never had fights even on the coldest of days

Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face