This is a song about "Growin old"

Look, he's here and he's growin' a beard now

Will somebody please show me how

Where i from, it get cold

Then those bitches who grew old.

Growin up i didnt have luxury just a few toys.

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

And don't think what you're old

Hand to hand in the cold

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Is growin' tense, see the world through tints and black lenses,

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

These wack bitches getting old

This shit would leave rosetta stoned