This is a song about "Old man mason"

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

This irritation of life that's getting real old

Im that man, ima the man

Just take control if you can

Then those bitches who grew old.

But for long time i had gone cold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

These wack bitches getting old

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

So i refuse to follow in the same steps as my old man.

We forever be real, we'll never fold

Lifes he stole left young but feeling old

Sixteen years old with a old thang

I gotta question for you man

All this paper i fold

Shes only 17 years old