This is a song about "Adolescent"

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

But this adolescent mind of mine, turnin me from gold to mold,

I'm an adolescent, i'm not heaven sent, here's my confession

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

No matter the adolescent prospect perception perceived denied a dream

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

I'm quite the adolescent specimen doper than mescaline

Lessen the lesson to keep the adolescent

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

I don't got no money, adolescent currency

I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines

Im that adolescent mc whos attested, not to mess with no questions