This is a song about "Old niggers"

Red bottoms with the spike work

Like i'm a moldy old herb

This old bastard will kill me?

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

That's my old days role plays

Give players plenty space

Except the niggers and the women and the whites who aren't regal

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

I've been putting on mass like all these niggers here to worship.

This old routine can never win

They don't see my vision, grown man mission

And if i everest, i won't die old/

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

Except the niggers and the women and the whites who aren't regal