This is a song about "How old am i"

How to top those words he spake, how am i gonna reach my idol, miller, jake?

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

It's clear to me now, but i am not sure how

Dreamy little bastard, i done ran outta luck now

But i aint got to be like "ay how sick am i?"

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

*cough cough*, that's some potent shit oh there go police man

Nobody knows how alone i really am

I am going to have to learn how to keep my temper

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

I could send my10 year old michael to your place to teach you how to rap.

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

How the fuck am i supposed to bake them a cake then?

You gotta let these shits go, man

Look in my face see how broken i am