This is a song about "Four years old"

Slave to do all the chores / eleven years old and contemplating

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Because all my fans are around the age of 12 years old

Signed a deal, four years, with the devil's sport

In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

Only 14 years old still wandering and wanting to explore

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

I've wanted to inhale since i was 12 years old

At 16 years old,i`m bettter than these haters

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Holdin' it in for four years, almost in tears