This is a song about "Suicidal teens"

Knife to your throat, leave a suicidal note in your coat

They'd probably find me in the woods hanging from a rope

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

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

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

Turn your life completely around and turn you suicidal,

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal

Speed up, patience, please cause

Talking bout they suicidal thoughts

Teens became fiends without dreams like martin luther king,

Niggas getting flipped, i get them done for nothing

And the pressure on us teens becomes immense

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells