This is a song about "Teenagers"

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

And lonely teenagers in their rooms with wrists slit,

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

Life for teenagers here is nothing but a puzzle,

I be pickin' up them younger girls, them teenagers like i'm romeo,

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

And we should not care about teenagers, wrists slit,

A clever idea to take something they said

Teenagers askin for a cigarette

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

When i am at school i do not go near other teenagers

It's just repeated words coming out of every teenagers mouths,

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds