This is a song about "Being 15"

Period i'm done with being your emotional scapegoat,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

My brain is a machine with mission being demolition

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

Of being trapped with no way out are common in the ghetto,

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

You thought that i was done with completely being an ass? please

Fuck me for hating on you when you are just being normal

That means i wear a suit and bend the truth and feel awful

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Maybe i should quit being romantic and just stick it in