This is a song about "Devilish youth"

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Yes i really fucked up from my youth,

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

To bring devilish destruction upon a customers spirit

Before i'm gone, the secrets are not told to the youth,

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

That's why you'll find her on the floor

Mischief youth spent bored trying to score

Before i'm gone, the secrets are not told to the youth,

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

Picture this, a little kid, middle class obnoxious youth,

Mixed with pain, anger, and hateful rage, the essence of youth,

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

‘cuz being honest and moral doesn’t sell to the mindless youth,