This is a song about "Growing up at 15 then i learned at 16"

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

So i shot back at arrogance, i teared up the game and hoped,

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Then pop the pain killers at a rate like i'm illiterate

Cause at this age i’m at, i can make my own performances

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

My burial at sea gets to me when i sleep, creeping up/

With shocks at hospital, we learned to just duck when it pops,

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

Never a storm til i woke up, and there was terror at dawn

Pay a whole semester in a motherfucking song

Than i look up at the sky

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

I've learned, in the heat i'm not remotely at my peek

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet