This is a song about "15 teen year old killer"

May i ask that you cut the wack shit? sound like a 12 year old,

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Me and kweli come together like two pieces of metal

12 year old books going through your fuckin temple

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

What kind of life is this for a fourteen year old

I'm a nineteen year old middle-class upstanding white kid who would have guessed that?

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

#thirteen with a #fifteen year old, like we're #eighteen,

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

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

This verse was a message to my sixteen year old self

I never back up like cleo lemon on myself