This is a song about "Antique cadillac"

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

You already reached your peak, your slowly turning into an antique,

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

As i sit back\ cadillac, leftover rappers so delouis

Fuck it, its hip hop and niggas don't give a damn

Promise to bought a cadillac for my gram.

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

Bring it all back in the back of a black cadillac

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

And now its time for me to speak a antique, before i was weak,

And yes i'm genuine that's why you call me antique

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep