This is a song about "Mold"

She said it really dont matter if its real though

I'm here to mold you from raw dough through my flow

But he is still 16 years old a young guy whose raps are mold

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

The mainstream makes money, so i'm breaking the mold,

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

Girls will love you for your cross they ain't jesus lovers

If rap was sculptures yours would be a mold and mine be vultures

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

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

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

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

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

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

I'll take control and break the mold, and even though fakest hoes,

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes