This is a song about "Old age"

Of carry regret as i prepare for the age

If you never do, still niggas look at you strange

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

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

I get dissed and underestimated cuz of my age

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

She's a sex chaser, do whatever for the change

I just found out that i was adopted at a young age,

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

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

When i pull up in that candy range

People followed but still looked down on age,

These wack bitches getting old

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

Put my hand through the wall such a young age