This is a song about "Teenage rebels"

She was the queen of the club

My teenage years were fucked up,

I hung with some rebels never been with convicts,

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

And i never handled rock like palestine rebels with pebbles

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Kirko paint her walls

Six rebels lost in their thoughts

Wrote my first track in my teenage years

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Maybe then he wouldn't make songs about stupid teenage shit.

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

Drinking sake on a suzuki we in osaka bay

America the peace is past, let the rebels lead the way

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

Chasing lettuce with rebels avoiding temples no heaven