This is a song about "March 9 she turns 13"

She grabs her post-it note, turns it to a kite

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

She never felt a shoulder colder

Bitch i'm from the motor, motor

But in the meantime it's lights please

When she sees me she might have babies

There's nothin' like where i come from

You seem so smart turns out your so dumb,

She said she wanna roll with me, she called me mister

When we ride!it's the imperial serial killer

Be a soldier, march on, leave those fuckers in the dirt,

Misunderstood, respected, so i give it all my effort