This is a song about "Old finnish people"

Big shit popping, i'm the man

Sixteen years old with a old thang

I say that the pool is closed

When the rhyme itself starts getting old

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

But for long time i had gone cold

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

People give a bad fuckin' rap to old-school southern rap,

And other people stopped bothering me with there old and new secrets,

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

These faces and places are growing old,

Girl, i put in that work

Like i'm a moldy old herb

What up girl, tell me how you been

Free of all old dragging tension;