This is a song about "Teenage runaway"

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

Teenage and adult girls cant resist us

My teenage years were fucked up,

Say you don’t do what

Maybe then he wouldn't make songs about stupid teenage shit.

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Wrote my first track in my teenage years

Tw-tw-twelve carats and that's all ears

I'll be right back in a bit going to find a runaway and make her my bitch

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

I runaway with lights flying, waiting till day the nights dying

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Cut the noose off my neck, black runaway slave

Put expressions in their music and create the face