This is a song about "Savage niggas"

The savage with the statics

They bringing me fish and chips

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Practicing poses in the mirror yeah he swears that he's a savage

Like a savage ravages the pink abyss

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

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

It's the savage tongue tzer one signing out

Bein' a woman, a black woman at that, no doubt

A massive savage who avids menace habits of havoc,

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

You fuck around wit a real savage

My mama smoked so god damn much

I love doing damage, i love going savage, i'ma pulverize this faggot

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that