This is a song about "The older days"

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

I left the pages blank for all the thankless wasted days,

The dead don't grow older, and tell no tales/

Ugh, walking on water and running on waves

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Through the cloudy nights and stormy days

Never had fights even on the coldest of days

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

When i get older imma be makin the biggest hits

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

They call me the god of night and the king of days

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

The days of our adventure

Not to give me stress and add to pressure

Sitting here reminiscing about the old days

And any connotation is viewed many ways