This is a song about "Eric having gray hair and big cheeks"

Motivated just from being broke

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

And i don't care what a bitch say, i'mma be like this till i get gray

Haters dont know what to say club feel like the first of the month today

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

And i got cheeks so apple red they'd make her run for the hills,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

I don't know,maybe i'm too gray and old

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

With his funny ass laugh and his fuckin shitty ass hair,