This is a song about "Jay savage"

Too savage, i gurgle acid

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

Scott la rock, proof, big l, khadafi, jam master jay,

We ain't come for peace, you can bend your knees and pray all day

If you keep telling the cops that i'm savage

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Glorifying puppets like jay-z to push agendas,

These lines are inscripted the picture image of me is pure savage

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

It's the savage tongue tzer one signing out

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Too savage, i gurgle acid

You gone make me flip then split your shit