This is a song about "Rebellion teenagers"

Rough weeks, and teenagers would kill for arousing prospects,

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

And lonely teenagers in their rooms with wrists slit,

Causin' insane rebellion,

I am not the only one

That's why i talk of civil rights, our freedom, and rebellion,

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

And we should not care about teenagers, wrists slit,

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

I've become immune to you no name haters

We were just two teenagers picking out pre majors

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

When i am at school i do not go near other teenagers