This is a song about "Young savage boys"

If you keep telling the cops that i'm savage

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

Bumping heavy d and the boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Desperate for a check with a sum, depressed and act savage

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

You don't mess with 12, my boys

Simply out of this world by choice

Don't mess with the big boys, you nothing less than pig toys

First i stack some money, then go to war with them boys

Too savage, i gurgle acid

So drop the slam and lets get sick

I've got nothin' to worry about

It's the savage tongue tzer one signing out