This is a song about "The old me"

Period gonei'm off the hook like cordless phonesmy identity so right

Because he killed the old me and put the holy spirit in that night.

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

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

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

All you rappers sound the same its gettin pretty old

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Haunts us like ghosts, 'till they come back to the old,

And now.... i gotta wallow through the crap to find my heart somehow.

I wanna be the old me that i was before, i lost my wife now.

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city

And when them old niggas is fittin' and dissin' me,

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

They offered me a mill, just starin' at the old duck