This is a song about "Slayer age"

Mama made her pretty

At the age of fuckin three

You promise that's change

Since she was a little age

Opposite of a compliment new age metropolis

So a nigga hungry as a plastic hippopotamus

Three quarter bills later

Verse 1 (great da king slayer):

Of carry regret as i prepare for the age

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

From great to great the king slayer, with this introduction you'd wish you're never superior

Iverson was cool, but i supported victor page

And im consumed with the abilities of old age

A slayer more optimistic but one word will turn me ballistic

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick