This is a song about "Old age"

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

Their caught beneath a tide of this righteous age

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

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

Of carry regret as i prepare for the age

A-t-l they know my name, magic city throw some change

Opposite of a compliment new age metropolis

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

You promise that's change

Since she was a little age

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

That's because i'm eighteen shit say i'm on my adult age

These wack bitches getting old

Black woman you cold

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

My j-o-b to roast or fry this age old beef till the mic is h-o-t,