This is a song about "Out of retirement"

Bitches is artificially duck

Sorry, man, you're out of luck

You're uncool like my mother kin

Knock you straight out of production

Out of sight, out of mind, but who in their right mind

Gotta give it to you girl you're one of a kind

We're running out of space,

But i know i see better days

About disaster in the world and

I hope there's no retirement.

Run out of drinks, no complain

See dog? rap is my aim

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Crazy out of my mind, fell out of the boundary

And get out of my light,

No one notice your plight