This is a song about "Dead age"

But if you rupture a tendon i bet them feelings change

I just found out that i was adopted at a young age,

Opposite of a compliment new age metropolis

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

All you niggas dead , dead fake

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

At the age of fuckin three

Third ward general, young cash money

While half my mental belongs in a cage

But i'm preparing for my golden age

'' you shall come to your grave in ripe old age,

Iverson was cool, but i supported victor page

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head