This is a song about "Health of a 3 year old baby"

May i ask that you cut the wack shit? sound like a 12 year old,

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes

Yo, it was a year of high hopes, learning the ropes,

Maybe i thought of it even as a baby

Look it something they can't ever see

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

This verse was a message to my sixteen year old self

But intsead of doing what helps- n' in turn losing my health

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself

What kind of life is this for a fourteen year old

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

I would speed chase but nothing is in the clear

Been a hell of a ride, what a year