This is a song about "Struggling as a 14 year old dj and producer"

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

I'm a nineteen year old middle-class upstanding white kid who would have guessed that?

What kind of life is this for a fourteen year old

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Two hundred and a year a.d

I know the world been waiting for that

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

No more struggling like a widow

Ugh, and that's gross but she love it though

And i guarantee you'll have a hard time struggling,

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Now hey little mama

(intro: dj double a)

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

And staying on your smell, uh, licing, twenty year old tween pimple poppin babies