This is a song about "Mr ages"

The world looking out, they on the front row

It started off ages ago

Mr coleman, i'm coming for you

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Mr. prezy, where head be

This is like riding through the city

Maybe mr. mathers will try to kill me

Mr. right's running up,

A twenty somethin cup

Mr. polish, with a flow so sick

Over 20 homes, but i need a chick

You be tapping like a mr

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Now youre stuck up in your middle ages flipping pages

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love