This is a song about "Tina chaplin"

Shortly after, my dad joined the army

I'mma live and die in cali

Woah there, woah there

But hoping with a prayer,

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

I,the first layer of self esteem. and there ain't no prayer to make it clean.

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Heeding a meeting with the devils anvil.

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

You wanna harm me and nas you gots ta come get through a whole army

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

But in this darkness gathers an army of artists,