This is a song about "Reaching 60"

60. my bars have been plastering,

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Im a fucking angel, call me cherubic

Only 60 degrees and a mild shiver

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

I'm reaching out, but i can't reach her

They tested with stress that they under

Reaching the top i lay my hand on the gate.

Most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

My music is so good its almost therapeutic

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit

Of errors, exact-o knife receptors reaching sectors

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

Filled with repressed trauma subconscious reaching out to me in my dreams