This is a song about "Are 15"

My bars are so fly it's out of this motherfucking planet!

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

All of you illiterate joe's are illegitimate thugs

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Rather then feeling guilty cause i'm not as good as they are

Ya see all we got is tonight and i ain't tryna see that far

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

Young but got talent other rappers are washed up off balance

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Retrieval cos your raps are medieval you can't remember

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian

We are all god's creation, live from birth until cremation

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Little do you know i put in pills that are barely legal

You're raps are under arrest for being crap are you stressed

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went