This is a song about "The thirteen colonies"

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

Cause after all the lights and screams

Thirteen years old, and i'm spittin' sixteens,

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

Dreams of balling like spalding up until i was thirteen

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

After i write this and hit submit, i'll be level thirteen

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang sniffed a lot of flowers,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

#thirteen with a #fifteen year old, like we're #eighteen,

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

I've been murdering bitches since i was a thirteen

Before i stepped into a serene scene amped out on thirteen black cans of caffeine

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen