This is a song about "Old men"

I rather give you my last to see you live again

We are inside looking outward, that's the only way as men

And the old men snore at marshall mathers

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Nastiest over-limit went men

And it rules everything around them

I'm raymond for rap when it's raining men

Semetex said we’re good, and we’re good then

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Riding around with ms. reece and them

They'll never become better men

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

The truth shall be told

Then those bitches who grew old.