This is a song about "Being 15"

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Now i'm free, being a stick up kid is my reality

Told me mary was a go so we passed her round and round

Being beaten up to the one slamming others to the ground

Hypetrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit

I'm going up the snow without being zipped by a jacket

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

You're taking life for granted well i'm just being candid

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

My brain is a machine with mission being demolition

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt

You think you're even close to being my equivalent?/

Cause you are the result of being inbred, its called incest,

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend