This is a song about "Thirteen colonies"

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

Mass quantities of fags come from the wack colonies

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

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

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

I've been murdering bitches since i was a thirteen

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

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

Rated pg-thirteen! but way overseen by preteens,

At the age of 16, credit card scam schemes

I started spitting at the age of thirteen unsigned

When it's repping time, i get on extra grind

My future so bright i'd probably go blind before i blink twice, i ain't lying

Creating a monopoly taking over colonies but thriving

It's enough to make you crazy, it's fuckin with my domeya only live once on this earth

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