This is a song about "Youre old"

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

Enough things to make youre mind scream

But for long time i had gone cold

These wack bitches getting old

Is a space that now you hold

Then those bitches who grew old.

Knowing you can no longer party

Youre name should be ronny

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

"oh pretty good likin when youre in it"

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Since i was a day old,

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

Dreaming about being at the top cause youre a flop at this game youre lame,