This is a song about "Antique cadillac"

It’s me, makavelia.k.a tha don of this whole clique

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

I gotta cadillac rollin up to fon du lac feelin up my girl in back,

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

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

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

As i sit back\ cadillac, leftover rappers so delouis

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

Bring it all back in the back of a black cadillac

Promise to bought a cadillac for my gram.

I grew up with killas man, people who killed, man

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

Cause when in danger those niggas changepuff weed