This is a song about "A trouble white teenager"

Yeah we were doing okay as a teenager, now damn it's trouble,

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

Hutch is a mixture, like a white nigger,

Just so happens mine they prefer

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

You tried fight the trouble but despite the hurdle, you died to a psycho's love...

Where your girl at now?3 pills down that's on meand it wouldn't be a song

Like a handless teenager fapping, was napping where'd i go wrong

As i light one for ill will

My nickname could be trouble.

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul

Tyler was a teenager and had no goal