This is a song about "Suicidal teens"

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

‘cuz most of rap’s buyers are teens and rebellious,

Heads were droppin', pistols poppin', teens coppin' metal,

You all niggas ain't even on my level

K9's all in the kitchen way before i even heard of mike vick

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

Teens turn to annoyed zombies and feast on the boys in abercrombie

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Now he's feeling suicidal, his life story is made a fable,

Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible

You know why us teens derail off of the track

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

We're just teens but thieves and fiends, slangin' drugs,

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

Or peachy keen scenes of teens, nothing was squeaky clean,