This is a song about "Jazz age"

Mental images, vivid as a school-age collage

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

Lift off from minimum wage, before i get caged until old age

I get dissed and underestimated cuz of my age

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

Since she was a little age

And i pray that never change

And you could find interest

That's why at a young age i drink,

We start young,we live life and hopefully die in old age

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

With foreign names, valet the range

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

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

Put my hand through the wall such a young age