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

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

So after this battle i’m light him up like a christmas tree,

Ripley's believe it or not would tell you that i'm different

Being hit by the strays came after the fact,we were so drunk,

I can't correlate the weight of being served on a cold plate,

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

Diagnose/ me for being a maniacal fanatic

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Always followed surely after a quick view of disaster

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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