This is a song about "Police shooting teens for nothing"

Forreal i'm aggravated that gon' abandon this shit

And young teens how get shot at gas stations for loudest music,

That's why you'll find her on the floor

I got nothing to live for

When they hear me rocking the groove

Nothing for me to cut them bitches loose/

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

Wake up every day shooting for a future so bright.

And there's nothing new for me to gain,

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

You don't want to be shooting for something, and them hold you back and they stand resented...

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Blasts something. pasts exploited for nothing.

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

The legs for treks of odysseys oddly gleams bright as molly teens