This is a song about "Coming of age"

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

Loud and. simply full of rage, but in this day age i

I tell her it's my house, give her a tour

Im coming of age but im still not mature,

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then

I've been scribbling rhyming syllables since the age of ten

Their caught beneath a tide of this righteous age

While half my mental belongs in a cage

They say this media changed, these verses gettin strange

Of carry regret as i prepare for the age

While syd is telling me that she's been getting intimate with men

How many kids you know with scars on there arms at the age of ten?

You're coming up short of my kneecap, midget,

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit