This is a song about "14 year old gangster"

We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young

Left a 12 year old me with his whole world shaken/

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

Thought he was a gangster and a pimp to the prostitutes,

12 year old books going through your fuckin temple

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

//for racial violence victims labeled as gangster thugs

But for long time i had gone cold

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

Have you ever met a fifteen year-old more lyrical/

The clinical attempts at schizophrenia's critical

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

And staying on your smell, uh, licing, twenty year old tween pimple poppin babies

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

More crazy than an eighty year old lady, who just made a baby in back