This is a song about "Troy age"

People followed but still looked down on age,

While half my mental belongs in a cage

But not the numbers i makeload up that wild boy

That would further prove your that kid that should of been killed in troy.

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

And im consumed with the abilities of old age

But i'm preparing for my golden age

Give me a blue benz, red porsche, red range

Opposite of a compliment new age metropolis

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

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

Peep gamedon't let the money make you change

And i'm driving a unicorn, plus my bitch is strange

I just found out i was adopted at a young age