This is a song about "The old man and the sea"

Let me wipe my nose with these rappers

And the old men snore at marshall mathers

Stampede in this game like the hawks of the sea

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

Grillin shit out of the fridge and we don't know how old,

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

There's a lot of religions like fish in the sea

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

The old man stared into the eyes of his grandson

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

Grillin shit out of the fridge and we don't know how old,

They giving pounds and that before get the money

You'll be like osama bin laden, dropped in the sea

My god made the sea and land

Scrilla fan, oh boy and