This is a song about "Youre old"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Youre name should be ronny

These wack bitches getting old

The truth shall be told

We on a world tour, wale your man

Sixteen years old with a old thang

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

Youre witnessing the 6th deadly venom

Then those bitches who grew old.

Hand to hand in the cold

Youre next, so check my dialect and buy a vest or youre wrecked

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Youre an obstruction, complete dysfuction made from -corruption

Youre a burning match

Loud addition purple patch