This is a song about "Savage juan"

Back up on my fly shit

Too savage, i gurgle acid

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

These lines are inscripted the picture image of me is pure savage

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

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

Now i’m killing these shows, i just deliver the hope

Cant go broke tell my savage to get the smoke

You see me acting like a savage,

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

Im a savage beat assassin

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

You took the hatred of yourself and just project it out

When you fuck her savage is aall she screams and shout

Or the doggone casanova double teamin maria sharapova with the don juan

All the while the thin line i was walking on would dip lower below the edge barely hanging on,