This is a song about "Rebellion teenagers"

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Teenagers askin for a cigarette

And lonely teenagers in their rooms with wrists slit,

Ask too many questions about the stars and earth shit

Want the title but im always fighting under card

Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard

I be pickin' up them younger girls, them teenagers like i'm romeo,

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

And we should not care about teenagers, wrists slit,

Teenagers love me and abuse it 'cuz they used to endeavor

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Causin' insane rebellion,

Something wicked this way come