This is a song about "Old crow"

So if i talk down to a man

Sixteen years old with a old thang

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough

Circling pussy like i'm a crow

Shes only 17 years old

The truth shall be told

The stand your ground laws, jim crow, just as racist,

Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest

Where i from, it get cold

You was to young a 18 year old

This irritation of life that's getting real old

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

I've murdered so many verses its getting old

We forever be real, we'll never fold

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