This is a song about "Old age football"

Like football your ass smacked dad

Snapple fact: you rather wack

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

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

Thowin around bombs worse then ponder with a football,

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

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

You see i promised that i'd never change

And im consumed with the abilities of old age

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

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

I get dissed and underestimated cuz of my age

Punt her like a football 'till my hoof leg goes numb. my oh my, what do we here?

I have to deal with bullshit all my life and still don't have a deal.

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

Learn how to play the fool at a young age,"