This is a song about "Teenagers"

Crackas watch my every step

Teenagers askin for a cigarette

They say "black is beautiful," but ask them beautiful

Life for teenagers here is nothing but a puzzle,

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

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

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

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

We were just two teenagers picking out pre majors

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

And we should not care about teenagers, wrists slit,

Because there ain't no coming back from that

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

And lonely teenagers in their rooms with wrists slit,

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

Rough weeks, and teenagers would kill for arousing prospects,