This is a song about "I want to be an old dude with a powdered wig"

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

No idea who i want to be

But it proves to show i can't be the dude that knows

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

But anyway i want to make sure that i have to calibrate with an orange

We on a world tour, wale your man

With an old style and a sold can that outran

And my speeding fingers leaving niggas with a powdered face

Love the game know this is coming from a different place

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

Yet to be moving like a 2 year old

And i know i'm young enough, but too old to be new

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

And i got this thing for ya my affinity’s infinity

But i don't want her to be with me just out of pity