This is a song about "14"

Unwavering, unconquerable, uncontrollable.

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Superficial suspense after the initial recess

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Capabilities rivaling nature's abilities,

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

Every exerted effort is ineffectual

Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

We doin' independently, makin' fuckin' history,

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

Imaginary senses manifest in your motion.

My marble floors are killing, gold cars are so relentless

My potential is real, 14 and i'm able to spit this

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

Only 14 and i already have an oligarch