This is a song about "Fourteen"

Find a size fourteen, get the death's head moth

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

Ever since fourteen, things a different routine

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

Blood flows from her because shes not even fourteen,

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Sorry for all the likes, i'm only fourteen, still a teeny

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

What kind of life is this for a fourteen year old

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Find a size fourteen, get the death's head moth

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Body 2 body baby, we gotta do this right

Under love. for fourteen this is what a man should look like.