This is a song about "39 years"

I can taste the salt from my tears

Has it took this many years

But everybody’s self-made carved their own names

Rap game mr. kipling with the way i bake cakes,/

There he goes on his face like a nigger can't skate.

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

I've been putting on mass like all these niggers here to worship.

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

This problem happened two years ago

Same bitches used to play me though

One through six yeah that's all gears

I know some of those years

Let's enjoy our younger years

The jiggas and the tips

Even if it took me years

Ask her address she holla saks fifth