This is a song about "Being a man after 15"

Being a bad man these days is so overrated,

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

A professional masseuse diagnosed with being loose,

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Man that's a posibility after all they both have the same vibe that they give to me

I had visions of growing old and being a grandfather,

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Crack got her crazyguess who's giving birth to a babyi don't trip or let it fade mefrom out of the fryin pan

After me you'll never feel prepared again, brutal like barbarian, but gentle like a clergy man

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Me, on my knees, praying to stop being a slave and waiting,

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

I'm tired of being on the bench wanna be a starter