This is a song about "Son of age"

The golden age of classic era old school hip hop,

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

That k o d a lil bit of change

Their caught beneath a tide of this righteous age

I tell her it's my house, give her a tour

Im coming of age but im still not mature,

21 years of age, being strapped with a m-4

Dress pimping-like and toast like less when

Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die

Loud and. simply full of rage, but in this day age i

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

My childhood was fucked from the age of ten

I chose to make mistakes at the age of eight

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

I've been scribbling rhyming syllables since the age of ten