This is a song about "How old am i"

Still got me another deal big as any nigga in music

I look at myself, how the hell am i supposed to have any dig-

But how long am i supposed to keep it?

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

Now how am i supposed to repent when evil is what i represent

How am i blind yet i can spot exactly where to drop some bombs,

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

After these, how can i hate that you're confused on who i am; when even more i

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Life's about decisions man

Look in my face see how broken i am

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

How am i blind yet i can spot exactly where to drop some bombs/

One choke of this you a note from mariah high

But i aint got to be like "ay how sick am i?"