This is a song about "Old man hippy"

All you hear in hippy general’s beef are just rifle shots,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young

The old man stared into the eyes of his grandson

Shes only 17 years old

Is a space that now you hold

The truth shall be told

Then those bitches who grew old.

Inner city hippy with the heart of steel

Stallion of the year: medallions in my ear

Smoke reefer with ya,hippy teacher nigga, no evil nigga

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

So part of the plan

Im that man, ima the man