This is a song about "When i turn 18"

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

There's a cut, turn around sit on the ground while i pound on your face with

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Reply fast, or i call you cheater, you probably turn up the speaker,

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Your "king dumb". and you're gonna wait like a pussy till i turn my back

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

I turn into a beast, i turn the booth to a shack,

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

Lyricism back in the game when i brainstorm i bring literal rain

I mean turn up the bass

Lights will flash, cars will crash

Aren't you somethin' to admire

Just the repercussions of when things turn dire