This is a song about "Young savage"

My mama smoked so god damn much

Might need a bandage you fucking savage

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

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

Practicing poses in the mirror yeah he swears that he's a savage

Cant go broke tell my savage to get the smoke

Been running around trying find a job

You fuck around wit a real savage

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

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

If you keep telling the cops that i'm savage

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

Such a savage, come and ravage, black or white, rich or poor,