This is a song about "Teen age life"

At the age of fuckin three

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Your my queen and even though i'm a teen

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

A young teen near the fiends is strapped, a cocked glock,

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

Your career hash tag, a teen magazine

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

Been smoking ever since i was a teen

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

As a teen was middle class, a bitter ass who pissed away,

When i pull up in that candy range

But i'm preparing for my golden age