This is a song about "The old me"

It used to get to me, to the old me

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

This old bastard will kill me?

Knowing you can no longer party

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Ever since there reality touched me at 12 years old/

Are you shallow cause if not i'll take it deeper baby

The wear and tear gets old i swear, aging faster than me

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

When the rhyme itself starts getting old

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

But now that im surrounded by green, all i can say is fuck the old me,

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

Old me, always new me, changes, it ranges in insanity reality, me

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

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