This is a song about "My age"

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Age thirteen, rapping like a machine, and nothing is stopping my cold wind flow that sends shivers

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Because all my fans are around the age of 12 years old

People followed but still looked down on age,

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

It ain't hard to make money

At the age of fuckin three

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

I'm god man i don't even have to breathe, but your ass must be satan cause you're actin mean

That's your girl, well buddy don't fumble it then

My childhood was fucked from the age of ten

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

And im consumed with the abilities of old age

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

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