This is a song about "19"

I hope you hit me by 3, i'm incoherent by the evening

Rejuvenating, as diplomatic, hypocrit, meticulous, speaking,

Why didn't i kill those fucking guys..

Fresh ass mike's, my rollie on ice

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

But that's a industry mentality, misogyny's a reality,

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Then i come back to my mom's body

Life has changed, im 19 was addicted to cocaine

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim

And moms, she raised me well...

Shows to do, got record to sell

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

Only 19, i love an a$$ in its prime,

Self-hatred...i hate you...and myself

She was always making sells