This is a song about "Fourteen"

Ever since fourteen, things a different routine

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

So i clap for her, she deserves an applause

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

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

Blood flows from her because shes not even fourteen,

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

Intendent attend them, cool cause

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

Riley's here, connie's dead, pickin' pussy pisses pike

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

What kind of life is this for a fourteen year old

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see