This is a song about "Mold bagels"

I'm just here to break the mold, but y'all would forsake a soul,

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

They taking control you wake up sweating, cold, lack heavens mold

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

The vacancy that sat in my heart

That i can mold into whatever i want

But this adolescent mind of mine, turnin me from gold to mold,

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

Cause my mother let me do what i want

'bout to drop you cold stop you like mold crop you bald...

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

Flowing like liquid gold into a mold,

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

Take control and break the mold, mainstream, they confess,

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Or else they will sit and get covered in mold