This is a song about "How old am i"

But how long am i supposed to keep it?

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit

Prison cold gotta get in where i fit in before i am to old

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Look in my face see how broken i am

Shit done changed since the wop and the running man

And they respect that, say that i'm real man

Nobody knows how alone i really am

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

How i am to feel about a white boy calling me nigga,

How the fuck am i supposed to bake them a cake then?

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Nah dog how am i gonna diss valiente,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I am going to have to learn how to keep my temper