This is a song about "Farting on old guys"

Compton burn swishers and watchem get lower than the tits on my old lady

Woooh, race my niggas, and i bet you never pass me like a free safety

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

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

I remember cops hanging out on the old blocks

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Cocktails, fuckin' toss one in your apartment dog

Mumblin' like the old man i see on the sidewalk

On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

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

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Call the network dipset family ties

We on the rise, me and g, ghetto wise guys

My mothers family had a plan/ marry this black man/ work your

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