This is a song about "Angst teen"

A teen with ugly braces

I think found where your mind was

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

I was a reckless teen, with wild hopes and dreams,

And im still a teen genius, that part of me never left

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

We'll write these letters to them, "all this angst, we owe it to you",

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Might seem like little hype and i'm wasting my teen years

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

And stab them in the face, and im only a motherfucking teen

See i came up from the bottom as a hassling teen

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream