This is a song about "My old life"

This irritation of life that's getting real old

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

Coz this bastards destroyed my life

When i was 9 years old i had my humble abode,

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

The simple things in life were getting pretty old

Hopin' that my niggas see

In my old school, with the naughty

In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.

Put expressions in their music and create the face

Told my old lady to make me eggs without warning

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Going back to my old ways,my heart is a cold place,

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways