This is a song about "Being savage"

Too savage, i gurgle acid

Razor grips, laser spit

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

Might need a bandage you fucking savage

Cant go broke tell my savage to get the smoke

They took her by the throat, we front in here for dope

If you keep telling the cops that i'm savage

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

You fuck around wit a real savage

I feel they praisin too much

You see me acting like a savage,

Its like my freestyle's cleavage

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

Savage, a placid assassin stabbing your back with a jagged pole

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Desperate for a check with a sum, depressed and act savage