This is a song about "Farting on old guys"

Look inside of my light find hope and maybe just quit, look inside of your

You wait and see little old me will be a star you’ll see, me on my world tour,

I got a green bag with them blue strands

On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands

Mumblin' like the old man i see on the sidewalk

Cocktails, fuckin' toss one in your apartment dog

On no, you're 20 some odd years old and still a virgin

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

And staying on your smell, uh, licing, twenty year old tween pimple poppin babies

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I'm losing supply up on high that no lie and i'ma bout to apply for my old guy

You guys are the reason im on stage and i rock

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

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