This is a song about "We are getting old"

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

Are almost as old as yo mama

Tell me are you getting any feelin yet/

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

This irritation of life that's getting real old

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

We getting money, you can face the facts

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

These fuckin' pricks are getting me ticked

Gotta keep at it, gotta stay focused

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Because all my fans are around the age of 12 years old