This is a song about "I am 12"

I am on the mic with everlasting power

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Lying to yourself, all over an image

"if i do that, then how am i gonna blow bitch?

"eye in a triangle, i am reliable"

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

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

My teacher said impossible but i’ma fucking try

Am i being boorish, to attack this bullshit?

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

Starting to imagine that i am seeing mist

I pray that that's me, but i gotta be honest

Look at me america i am a muslim

Two dyke bitches while i'm filmin' them picnic, yum

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

What the fuck am i sayin', man i must just confess,