This is a song about "Farting on old guys"

On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

There's a million names for your kind of chronic

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

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

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

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

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Aiyo, this is rain shady on the beat bitch. we bout to do it vintage old school

So now he sacrificed his adolesence turned his image to a ghoul

3 billion guys, competition keeps on moving

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

Probably caught on when a 6 years-old stabs someone in the dick

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

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