This is a song about "14"

Through homicides, homosexuals and scam anyplace

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

14. set new rules in the bars that i'm stating,

Choosing superbly, cruising and ruling curiously

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Unconstitutional so the bibles removable

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

Turn a good vagina into a typhoon

14 years old and she's locked in herself in her room

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

Capabilities rivaling nature's abilities,

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Conversations about tsunami's and current affairs