This is a song about "My age"

And im consumed with the abilities of old age

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

But look at me now, cover of billboard magazine, bitches scream wow, this nigga must have cream,

I started out as a troubled teen, hit my prime at age seventeen graffiti an hip hop was my scene

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

Their caught beneath a tide of this righteous age

Put my hand through the wall such a young age

Try doing what you doing but it’s out of range

But if you rupture a tendon i bet them feelings change

I get dissed and underestimated cuz of my age

While half my mental belongs in a cage

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

Since she was a little age

I'm autumn leaves change

But i'm preparing for my golden age

Magic city a lil bit of change