This is a song about "Sorry i was a savage"

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul

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

Too savage, i gurgle acid

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

I'm sorry for this sadness i have i use rap as a vent

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

I walk around understanding the politics

I can do a quick fix, but sorry bro, no ticks

Lobsters and shrimp im good

Sorry i rap with a strange kid

So if i seem a little mean to you this aint savage you aint never seen a brute

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude

Meet me by the entrance of the tube

Sorry if i got a cocky attitude