This is a song about "Persuaded teens"

Ive killed 218 babies 2180 teens 21800 men and 218000 slutty hoes,

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

He isn't in his middle teens, his voice sounds like he's hundred

And you wonder why poor teens wile and press the metal,

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

Running around the corner, darting past rows of teens,

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

You know why us teens derail off of the track

Teens turn to annoyed zombies and feast on the boys in abercrombie

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

Labeled with the same intoxication that the media persuaded him to do this

When those trash bags middle initial was loyalty compare to yal backstabbing bitches.