This is a song about "Henry is a lit savage"

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

Savage, a placid assassin stabbing your back with a jagged pole

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

Practicing poses in the mirror yeah he swears that he's a savage

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

A massive savage who avids menace habits of havoc,

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

Lies ahead of the wrath matched with a tree lit

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

You fuck around wit a real savage

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

I was so stressed i lit a cigarette.

Such a savage, come and ravage, black or white, rich or poor,

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

You claim your mean and got a savage team but

I want diamonds too, ronnie on player's club