This is a song about "Gilded age"

Y'all don't wanna wrestle with this new age future legend/

I'm watching the berrics getting head from someone's parent

And i'm driving a unicorn, plus my bitch is strange

I get dissed and underestimated cuz of my age

High heel wearer, hell of a body

At the age of fuckin three

Slow sink, can't breath, no remorse, dont think

That's why at a young age i drink,

I fathered the game, feel like i'm watching my sons floss

Mental images, vivid as a school-age collage

And i pray that never change

Since she was a little age

While half my mental belongs in a cage

People followed but still looked down on age,

But i'm preparing for my golden age

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge