This is a song about "Turning 50"

Slowly getting shredded turning your skin to leather,

My nigga kato, ready for whatever

What is society turning into?

I just wanted to be at peace with you

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

We don't believe you, you need more people

Rarely seein, barely breathin turning purple,

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

But honestly it's just to keep their wheels turning

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

Have heads turning on the scene, -what-

Tossing and turning thinking its my fault

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Always turning red like a chinese tomato

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show