This is a song about "Old men"

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

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

Senior on this freshmen rocking that letter men,

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

I had never fit in with the men.

If your mind is on sex you must got esp then

And the old men snore at marshall mathers

I should michael jordan these rappers

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

I get creepy as cabbage patches latched and attached to men,

Then those bitches who grew old.

I say that the pool is closed