This is a song about "Something but make it suitable for kids miku does the test of being a great pop star in this ring of joystick verse"

But there's no pleasure in being the ender of a life that you once treasured

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

It star-ted to feel #right, the l#east of my repelling

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

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

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

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

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

You live your life all serious while i'm enjoying mine

Saying who the hell's this, my words stand the test of time,

What's you motivation, huh, what's your motivation

Does all this mean i can't rap - the colour of my skin

And make it stand the test of time

Chasing money in the city of crime