This is a song about "Stonr age man"

Don't question his age, he's a veteran thespian/

But hold the beat, he ain't speaking for everyone

She's a sex chaser, do whatever for the change

And im consumed with the abilities of old age

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

They sayin' "fuck the mainstream" this era is a golden age,

While half my mental belongs in a cage

'' you shall come to your grave in ripe old age,

I just found out that i was adopted at a young age,

But if you rupture a tendon i bet them feelings change

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Mental images, vivid as a school-age collage

With foreign names, valet the range

People followed but still looked down on age,