This is a song about "Old men"

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

Nastiest over-limit went men

Shit, we don't believe none of them

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

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

When they twist and talk with they fingers

No men, no friends, now you're all hers.

Therefore it's a sign that you even don't belong to men

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

But for long time i had gone cold

Then those bitches who grew old.

Better pick a better option before these nikes get to stomping

Not fucking enough to be contenders. just sad old men at home watching