This is a song about "Fourteen"

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

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight

Ever since fourteen, things a different routine

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

What kind of life is this for a fourteen year old

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Where i'm from, if you ever seen what i seen

Blood flows from her because shes not even fourteen,

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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

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

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

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

Organized crime, i kill your boss