This is a song about "Old times"

And don't think what you're old

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Hand to hand in the cold

Since i was a day old,

I used to have a nine to five

She cries reminiscing on the good times

I apologized a trillion times

I wish i could have 25 wives

To the old times when happiness was a dean

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

If i could have 25 wives

The world seems strange at times

Sixteen years old with a old thang

Can you picture my specific plan

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

You won six times and twenty two times you've lost