This is a song about "Savage gaang"

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much

If you keep telling the cops that i'm savage

Like a savage ravages the pink abyss

It seems to remind me of a scene like this

But i’ma wait it out i’m bout to see that drought

It's the savage tongue tzer one signing out

You fuck around wit a real savage

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

Desperate for a check with a sum, depressed and act savage

My mama smoked so god damn much

In rap track that's this savage

Might need a bandage you fucking savage

Trying to give them light and a message

Savage, a placid assassin stabbing your back with a jagged pole

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll