This is a song about "Being 15"

Theoretical whines about being hamlet in trouble,

Toffee, pecan, licorice, boy you're so beautiful

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

My brain is a machine with mission being demolition

Instead of being stuck inside of my bed or whatever

We're out with the stars, you're on your way to the best night ever

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

It's like being in a breadbox, but only being a crumb

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Lack of funding never stunting being lazy is easy

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

Another human being laying cold on the slaughter plate

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

But i should really stop worrying about your well being