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

I held her hands, her tilted stance, and her dyed strands of rebel hair,

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

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

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Having my up and downs, it's in the genes, yes

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Take you where you can't see black by k-ci forever my lady

Thoughts of having babies and living together till we're eighty

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

And of course, my car's off course

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Over infatuated with old habits thats why im askin "how the fuck is this a challenge?"

Or i'll challenge myself: i manage to give you brain damage and put you in a gray package

You having the family you're gonnawannalove them and not let them down..

Gotta finish this verse, can't write it downearly flight now i'm out of town