This is a song about "Too grown to be playing with peoples feeling"

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

I got a launcher and the feeling to be poppin' em cold,

I diddy bop and make them titties pop

Lyric wise i'm too nice to be stopped

On my twitter writing raps, at the same damn time

Through time, and seems to be feeling sublime,

Stabbin' guys minds with young britches thinkin' they too grown

Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home

And if i'm down with this banging shit

Life is too short to be mentally toxic

But real freaky in tha darkplus i got some enemies, baby

Jay stop playing with me, i drop bombs i don't plea, i got a mind to be,

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Girls always playing games with emotions

While i'm making history

Hell! it's too late to be