This is a song about "Adolescent"

No matter the adolescent prospect perception perceived denied a dream

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

I don't got no money, adolescent currency

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

I'm quite the adolescent specimen doper than mescaline

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

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

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

I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

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

Lessen the lesson to keep the adolescent

They love misleading them having there beliefs fucked