This is a song about "You re old"

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

All you rappers sound the same its gettin pretty old

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

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

Money can be re-earned, but you cant turn back time

In time we learned to live a life of crime

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

I'll probably re-visit those old shotgun homes and trailer parks,

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

At sixteen years old could you really relate to me,

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Getting old you need assistance. i know you're nothin, i'm a witness.

Hell naw you need to re-think that

Quick flipping up sexy back

Make you look like a old ass sheep

Cause they right down the street