This is a song about "I had a hard lkf im only 14"

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

Only time i miss a nigga if i swing and he duck

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

I was like a talking head but i had a twisted neck,

I had a hard childhood,

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Odd future wolf gang, wu-tang banging in your system

Choice/ i soon learned i had a voice , something i learned from

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

Not a penny in my pocket all i had was a dream

Goin hard like a dick its only gettin harder

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

When the feelings i always had are hard to describe

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

I bang your mom so hard you can call me a terrorist

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled