This is a song about "Shotta youth"

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Yes i really fucked up from my youth,

Our children must be taught, of africa

Hundred proof get found in a youth nigga

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

Forsaken youth mistake the truth for it, that's why i'm writin' songs,

As innocent youth, we stressed bout passin classes/

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

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

I got soul, there's more in store

Mischief youth spent bored trying to score

Peter pan in my youth, fucking fairies

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

He was the truth representin the youth