This is a song about "Die old"

To the reality that we die as soon as we're old enough/

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

When that thing gon fly

A bystandered made die

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

I've murdered so many verses its getting old

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

We start young,we live life and hopefully die in old age

And if i everest, i won't die old/

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

Since i was a day old,

All this paper i fold

That's the window into the sky

You are going to die