This is a song about "Fagget teen"

Pumpin babies from teen ladies

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

I'm not what i seem, don't try to be mean on screen just a troubled teen

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Teeth of an american teen ankles on candy fiend

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

A young teen near the fiends is strapped, a cocked glock,

As long as we're cooperating with god

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

We all dream one day we kings and queens

Second most common kill in a teen, its suicide,

So we argue and play fight, all day and night

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

Before i lay down, i thank god for the blessings