This is a song about "Losing my virginity at 13 rap"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

I'm battling these demons at the moment i am losing

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

I'm losing my connection to you, but i'm trying to believe

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

Rap is the kinda thing that a nigga excel at,

My style is the newest, at rap i'm so fluent, everyone else is my pursuant

I give you that massage, good hygiene is required i don't want no dirty junk

My grip on the real world's losing traction.

You're uncool like my mother kin

Matter of fact go ask they schools how many jerseys they was moving

So look at my evolution and what the fuck you are losing

I gaze at stars, puffing on cigars, i'm the rap tsar

Huhhuhhuhhuhumy double r proves i’ma big rap star