This is a song about "The old times"

All the good times and all times we said i love you

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

When the rhyme itself starts getting old

The world seems strange at times

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

You better get with the times

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

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

Could go down as the dirtiest lines of all times

We will never die, we are forever alive

Track 8.) langston hughes (surviving the times)

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

Maybe jab you in the eye several times.