This is a song about "Now i old"

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues

I was only 16 years old when i got the news

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Rapping the old way i wish we could

But if you rupture a tendon i bet them feelings change

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

And even now my mind tries to delete the memories of an old age,

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

I spit like an old sink

And you could find interest

Prison cold gotta get in where i fit in before i am to old

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

While she blame mesecrets in tha dark

I wander the wastes of an old chart,