This is a song about "Farting on old guys"

On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Never will i ever utter never to myself

I'm that new shit and you're that old fuck on the shelf

Shorty i'm a dog don't handle no broad

Mumblin' like the old man i see on the sidewalk

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

3 billion guys, competition keeps on moving

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

See i was in my room, on my old xbox.

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

All this whilst you dribbling on some guys dick...

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

"this shit is scary guys,

Sky high, iced out paradise