This is a song about "Old doberman"

A military mind mean money

This old bastard will kill me?

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

These wack bitches getting old

Is a space that now you hold

Then those bitches who grew old.

So dunn stay silent

Back up on the old hunt,

Sixteen years old with a old thang

Both: this the perfect plan

Women front, they get its cold

Shes only 17 years old

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

And i drop top off in a hot cold

After every show, a dream she hold

You see when i was 19 years old