This is a song about "Dad is 50 year old"

Dad was old he cant keep up with the pace

Lookin' at me, now they know my face

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

What kind of life is this for a fourteen year old

All these 12 year old bros turning into hoes, its so bad i feel like calling the

Splash tha niggaswill i dash your niggasonce i mash these figguzi’ll be badder nigga

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

Hand to hand in the cold

You was to young a 18 year old

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Yet to be moving like a 2 year old

I'm a nineteen year old middle-class upstanding white kid who would have guessed that?

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back