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

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

Can't relax/too in my zone when i attack/only feel at home when i rap

But i'm not revealing the stress of losing whitney

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

Under performing i'm under #performance, losing my thoughts/

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

Come and rap at me the door is open, be my guest

We losing freedom, and that's why i'm into the game

With a four finger ring like i can't spell my fucking name

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

My rap battle win percentage is at a hundred

Im losing my vitality

Dc, man over money

Proclaim my thoughts reasons and opinions and reclaim my thrown at the top of this rap "game",

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same