This is a song about "Growing old"

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Kids growing up to be little pricks

Wish i could shed all these tears

Growing up by myself

Skipping class and growing cold

Is a space that now you hold

These wack bitches getting old

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

Yet fame growing slower than a tree.

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

It ain't hard to make money

Got the crops growing beautifully,

Then those bitches who grew old.

This shit would leave rosetta stoned