This is a song about "Immature mind"

The revolution has arrived

But i really don't mind

Infatuation it rules my mind

For that paper, i'mma grind

Complete stranger with a dope mind.

You can search but you'll never find

Grow the fuck up you immature parents

But i guess that shit's just tough love

And screaming i guess them nightmares as a child

Mailboxes burstin but so is mind

Sorry excuse my mind

From the womb, my newborn child

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

Immature kid, worry about his own shit