This is a song about "15 n goin to jail"

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night

Ye im 13 but ur goin to be surprised when i rhyme coz im goin to rise like

Me and my boy's up in jail chopping up nigga's with razors.

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

Im never goin to juve,

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

Cause i came to rain n' evaporate like smoke n' spark trees.

Got a whole lotta bmi checks in the mail

My dad told them to take me to jail

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

I love to write, make knotted string art that's jail life.

Ha, dead broke tryna get a bail

When i kill'em dead i go to jail,

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

Ive been to jail so many times i cant keep track