This is a song about "Old finnish people"

Like i'm a moldy old herb

Yeah you know i got that work

Lifes he stole left young but feeling old

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

Red bottoms with the spike work

Like old mother hubbard

These wack bitches getting old

Black woman you cold

Free of all old dragging tension;

They say your name for attention

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

After every show, a dream she hold

I don't speak finnish but you're hakattu that means you're finished uh

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

Since i was a day old,

Is a space that now you hold