This is a song about "Young savage"

Sleep with dragons, release the kracken, cross breed a savage//

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

If you keep telling the cops that i'm savage

I pop one, you pop one

Im a savage beat assassin

Savage, a placid assassin stabbing your back with a jagged pole

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Lets celebrate, levitate, with the loud

It's the savage tongue tzer one signing out

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

These lines are inscripted the picture image of me is pure savage

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

You fuck around wit a real savage

Wale got skills, man my nigga i’m will smith

Like a savage ravages the pink abyss