This is a song about "You re old bitch"

After every show, a dream she hold

You was to young a 18 year old

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

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

You just some old bitch that we did before

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

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

You proper stopping motion sloppy slow and awfully old

Now you speaking my language

You mediocre bitch

I got a green bag with them blue strands

On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

Money can be re-earned, but you cant turn back time

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Escaping all of you racists, re-shaping this occupation... nigga