This is a song about "Suicidal teens"

Talking bout they suicidal thoughts

And of course, my car's off course

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

And the pressure on us teens becomes immense

The legs for treks of odysseys oddly gleams bright as molly teens

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

And you wonder why poor teens wile and press the metal,

See, there's a war going on and i'm the general

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

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

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

Running around the corner, darting past rows of teens,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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