This is a song about "Old people geting up and geting fit"

He started cursing everyone, people he don't know both young and old

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

People give a bad fuckin' rap to old-school southern rap,

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal

Yeah and growing up i always loved music but people

I'm losing supply up on high that no lie and i'ma bout to apply for my old guy

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Im not sad or blue im fucking black and red dude rip a rapper up like old news

Sicker and quicker and thicker are deing of the fixable issues

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Drink your ice tea and enjoy geting beaten by me

Where the old people are scared to walk the streets at night

I done seen a nigga rise, watch you niggas dick ride

K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly

Why don't i find it fit to just give up and slowly die.