This is a song about "Painful youth"

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

Soo be ready for a painful trip.

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

Because of painful memories that haunt me when people judged,

No ho, acquainted with the floor

Mischief youth spent bored trying to score

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

And say it in a rhyme for the future of our youth,

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

As innocent youth, we stressed bout passin classes/

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

He was the truth representin the youth

Feel disabled, feels painful. it feels fatal.

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I’m a factor and your facial

When we sever will it be painful?