This is a song about "18 age"

At the age of 12 my mom couldnt handle me, threatened to have me confined

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

And im consumed with the abilities of old age

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

Since she was a little age

And i pray that never change

I just found out that i was adopted at a young age,

A-t-l they know my name, magic city throw some change

But i'm preparing for my golden age

Give me a blue benz, red porsche, red range

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Mental images, vivid as a school-age collage

Learn how to play the fool at a young age,"

Girls wanna have fun, and a nigga with some change