This is a song about "I am 12"

Starting to imagine that i am seeing mist

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

Rap influences me to become who i am

I'm so dapper man, funky fresh dapper dan

Time sits still yet to depression i am consigned

I'm abusing the sunshine so i'm technically blind

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

You victims i will kill, i am rap's damn father,

Cuz that's who i am and that's who i wanna be

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

I am on the mic with everlasting power

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer

I might just make it this game to where i am seen

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean