This is a song about "Industrial age"

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Mental images, vivid as a school-age collage

If you never do, still niggas look at you strange

And im consumed with the abilities of old age

Give me a blue benz, red porsche, red range

Their caught beneath a tide of this righteous age

'' you shall come to your grave in ripe old age,

And i'm driving a unicorn, plus my bitch is strange

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

Opposite of a compliment new age metropolis

They sayin' "fuck the mainstream" this era is a golden age,

She's a sex chaser, do whatever for the change

Y'all don't wanna wrestle with this new age future legend/

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

With foreign names, valet the range

Learn how to play the fool at a young age,"