This is a song about "Nirvana smells like teen spirit"

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

Extreme scream coming from this crippled teen!

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

The world successfully crushed her hushed spirit

She smells the skunk on me

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

And stab them in the face, and im only a motherfucking teen

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

Yours smells weak, and looks cheap

From the back seat, back seat

Show ‘em how much they really mean

Been smoking ever since i was a teen

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

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

Sly's little shop of horrors, now showing

Your indomitable spirit kept us going