This is a song about "Tig old bitties"

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

And if i everest, i won't die old/

Never gon' be old shit

You can feel it via spirit

These faces and places are growing old,

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Track 11.) old servants (new slaves)

It’s something that’s in your veins

No it ain't easy

This old bastard will kill me?

That's my old days role plays

Let's face it, i can’t replace

And don't think what you're old

Black woman you cold

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Still moving forward like a 2 year old