This is a song about "You re old bitch"

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

You proper stopping motion sloppy slow and awfully old

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

I'll probably re-visit those old shotgun homes and trailer parks,

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

I been in the zone like my whole life my new bitch your old wife

Because you are retarded and you know i will win this dual.

Aiyo, this is rain shady on the beat bitch. we bout to do it vintage old school

You wanna judge me for my lyrics, but you´re not me,

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

Blunt nearly as fat as that old bitch precious

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Trip, and then you never snitch

You mediocre bitch

You old kicks won't find new chicks.

Shout out bobby on hundreds