This is a song about "Suicidal teens"

Drug-induced teens hear killing and go renegade,

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

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

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Ive killed 218 babies 2180 teens 21800 men and 218000 slutty hoes,

And the pressure on us teens becomes immense

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

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

Folarin said we 6 million and running

Teens became fiends without dreams like martin luther king,

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

Nothing is ever quite what it seems especially with teens