This is a song about "Old chang kee"

Since i was a day old,

I say that the pool is closed

And if i everest, i won't die old/

We forever be real, we'll never fold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

You was to young a 18 year old

I've murdered so many verses its getting old

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

You gotta understand man

Sixteen years old with a old thang

Ring ring ding dong ching chang ching ringa ding dong

Got pills all on my phone, these niggas know i’m wrong

Then those bitches who grew old.

Hand to hand in the cold