This is a song about "Thirteen"

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Thirteen years old and know about the streets, hustler,

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

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

Didn't even call me when january 2 was my thirteen

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

When i was still thirteen,

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Age thirteen, rapping like a machine, and nothing is stopping my cold wind flow that sends shivers

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

That i dreamed since i was roughly thirteen

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

I'm preteen, thirteen, still not rapping like charlie sheen.

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen