This is a song about "I like 13 year olds"

May i ask that you cut the wack shit? sound like a 12 year old,

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

It's been a year since i've disappeared, metaphors are like shakespeare's,

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

I do this day to day year by year its a life style

You never tire, might as well as inspire

Now in a year i can see me on rip the runway,

She ain't trippin off nuttin’ nobody else say

A year ago i thought i had no future

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Cant handle it i feel a rush of tears, been a tough year

So on my way here i hit a couple of queer

Ya just bought a pair of sperrys like its freshman year

You see the way i move, i am in another gear