This is a song about "Dom youth"

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

Mushrooms, a plume to pollute the youth

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

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

And say it in a rhyme for the future of our youth,

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

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

As innocent youth, we stressed bout passin classes/

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

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

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

Peter pan in my youth, fucking fairies

Regular girl, celebrity dreams