This is a song about "I m grown"

Could not stress to me i wasn't grown, especially on nights

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Atop the pyramid, i'm on my i m pei dreams

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

I"m the designated driver

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

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

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

I feel like i haven't grown from the inside

Even my critics are saying a nigga name right

Beautiful are thou, africa

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

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

Real recognize real, real women dont know you