This is a song about "Teen emotion"

Growing up is tough especially when your a teen.

Down in miami, with a super ho team

And stab them in the face, and im only a motherfucking teen

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening

Those riches abusing socks and the teen glistening

Where god at? i need to call him

That you would no longer have emotion

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

And can perfectly fake his state of emotion

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

Numb of most emotion and ive forgotten how to cry,

Release that white lumpy cream, teen crime scene,

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

And im still a teen genius, that part of me never left

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed