This is a song about "My life of a savage"

Guns everywhere, like the car came with hammers

My life is a gather of strives of knifes and daggers

Take the walk of my life

Hop in and let me test drive

Poppa took the television, but left the radio

Eatin' their life of a tuna like my idol bro

Ripping and, drifting a#side like a part of my souls been taken for #life

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus

I feel like my life was in too much of a rush

Sleep with dragons, release the kracken, cross breed a savage//

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

Im a savage beat assassin

Girls fast how jamaicans run