This is a song about "Fuck it i m still a teenager"

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

I'm tryna learn somethin new

Fuck it, still slaughtered you..

I grew up as a teenager in new orleans, word is bond,

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Bt i m still writing my rap which is lyrical and melodious....

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....

Evidence shades man they go for six forty

'n' they don’t make me laugh or even cook like you

It is religious conquest i`m trying to pursue