This is a song about "Savage thoughts"

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Might need a bandage you fucking savage

Questioning the whole meaning

The thoughts overheating

Mama made her pretty

Thoughts of immortality

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

The savage with the statics

Its all that's consumed my thoughts,

I put these poems all in these songs

And i can't help but stare, cause

Six rebels lost in their thoughts

When my competition ain't much

You see me acting like a savage,

It's the savage tongue tzer one signing out

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout