This is a song about "Interfaith youth corps"

Tryna address issues to this generation’s youth,

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

Do you care if the youth hears it?

With g's in my pocket

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

Mushrooms, a plume to pollute the youth

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

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

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

You know that love is a very serious thing

That the energy of youth is ever flowing

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

Taking the shots with, the gats from a racist obnoxious youth,

Born a brute, hitting bongs n' zoots im lost in youth

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose