This is a song about "Garb age"

'' #you #shall #come #to #your #grave #in #ripe #old #age,

While half my mental belongs in a cage

But i'm preparing for my golden age

When i pull up in that candy range

Give me a blue benz, red porsche, red range

People followed but still looked down on age,

Cause that shit just ain’t gonna change

Put my hand through the wall such a young age

See, welcome to fame where most of us is gon' change

We start young,we live life and hopefully die in old age

With foreign names, valet the range

Their caught beneath a tide of this righteous age

I just found out i was adopted at a young age

They say this media changed, these verses gettin strange