This is a song about "We are getting old"

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

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

Dad and mom are getting a divorce

They calling me often to offer me walls

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

Times are getting harder

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

Ugh, and that's gross but she love it though

We getting it in baby, lets go!

We getting cheese like it's macaroni,

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only