This is a song about "Losing your youth to parenthood"

Tryna address issues to this generation’s youth,

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

They just be eager for money they ain't trynna jesus' mother

Losing great part of your sences when you definitly being with her

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Mushrooms, a plume to pollute the youth

'cuz many of those black youth are born to die just after birth,

Ain't no fathers but the skinny niggas tryna hit their daughters

When he see the jugs he will wanna rush to get a quick touch

Tryna put the message through to the youth, gain this knowledge,

In your rap, you keep losing sense of direction,

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Cause todays youth judge by the shoe thats on your foot

Laying low and your losing what the fuck do you think

Suck her neck before i eat her like she's breakfast