This is a song about "The carrot age"

And even now my mind tries to delete the memories of an old age,

And nowadays things changeeveryone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strange

Top ranked, number one my son

Just give me a carrot gun

The golden age, 90's, the rapper's ass funky,

Once as a slave who imagined being free

At the age 16 i was shot, thats fucked up man,

Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan

I chose to make mistakes at the age of eight

Early adapters agree they all late

You never play with young boys cause they never private

Dont matter the age or sex long as they view it

And for the ladies you can be any age you want

Lookin’ at my rollie, ’bout thirty grand what that cost

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

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