This is a song about "Youre old"

"oh pretty good likin when youre in it"

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

Youre probably so embarrased that youre tomato red

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Youre witnessing the 6th deadly venom

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

And youre no longer whole.

Let's put it on cruise control

You ain't gotta worry no more

Find what youre looking for"

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

If youre a visitor get your ass kicked

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

These wack bitches getting old

And don't think what you're old

I say that the pool is closed