This is a song about "Living as a 12 year old"

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

True story, there was a 12 year boy, a mom a dad

Our vision never changed, we self made

Cuz anybody bitin' the gods' a year late

So on my way here i hit a couple of queer

Second battle, only been doing this a year/

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

12 months = a year, a chance to live a life

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

True story, there was a 12 year boy, a mom a dad

It's a ribbity rambully, be bob drop from a 3 year old

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

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