This is a song about "Youre old"

Then those bitches who grew old.

Is a space that now you hold

Where i from, it get cold

These wack bitches getting old

Youre a burning match

Loud addition purple patch

Wielding a potato at that the end of the rainbow with a pot o' gold

The dreams the kid in you once had, youre never gonna have no more 16 years old

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Where im going youre heading backwards

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

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

They calling me the hottest in the game

Well youre about to be in pain