This is a song about "A mysterious 150year old miner 49er"

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Until someone gives a try on a old record,

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

But my mind is confiding and mysterious

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

After every show, a dream she hold

Yet to be moving like a 2 year old

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

Ive got a mysterious mind its undefined

On no, you're 20 some odd years old and still a virgin

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

You ain’t content with tryin' to do your thang

With an old style and a sold can that outran

You was to young a 18 year old

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold