This is a song about "Garb age"

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

I get dissed and underestimated cuz of my age

Opposite of a compliment new age metropolis

But nobody gives a fuck, fuck it, signed anonymous

I ain’t saying that i’m finished

That's why at a young age i drink,

Girls wanna have fun, and a nigga with some change

I just found out i was adopted at a young age

People followed but still looked down on age,

They say this media changed, these verses gettin strange

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

With foreign names, valet the range

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

I chose to make mistakes at the age of eight