This is a song about "I m 12"

I"m a savage as i ravage, with unstoppable damage.

I can't see your album coming, that shit's like a sucker punch

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

Is written in our souls, africa

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Bt i m still writing my rap which is lyrical and melodious....

After all the weed....now i m feeling very high...

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

Feeling like a dream and nobody pinch you

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

To this corner office is so enormous

I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression