This is a song about "Troy age"

That k o d a lil bit of change

But im only 18 years of age

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

I just found out i was adopted at a young age

Of carry regret as i prepare for the age

You see i promised that i'd never change

With foreign names, valet the range

Their caught beneath a tide of this righteous age

Try doing what you doing but it’s out of range

But i'm preparing for my golden age

But not the numbers i makeload up that wild boy

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

No child should know what it's like to be an adult at such a young age.

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

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