This is a song about "Old age football"

Of carry regret as i prepare for the age

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

And im consumed with the abilities of old age

While half my mental belongs in a cage

Yeah, napoleanpicture me sipping on 1-5-1drunk then a motherfucker

Here comes the boom, this is football fuckas, so i stood tall while you suffer

I promise the moment it's with me i'll leave it in the district

But looka the future’s super football star, he’ll hopefully be picked,

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

They say this media changed, these verses gettin strange

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

We start young,we live life and hopefully die in old age

The richest place on earth

Football jocks and performers

Thowin around bombs worse then ponder with a football,

Under ya nose a rose grew with no sun at all