This is a song about "Being a savage and a fighter"

You see me acting like a savage,

I feel they praisin too much

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

You must flow like a king, rhyme like a fighter, know what i mean, i hope i'm being a guider

Like a savage ravages the pink abyss

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

On the mic i fight till death i'm a sick fighter

And if you’re proud of it let me see your lighter

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

Cuz i'm a fighter, my words are flammable,

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Such a savage, come and ravage, black or white, rich or poor,

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool