This is a song about "Teens"

He isn't in his middle teens, his voice sounds like he's hundred

I'm trying to take you where nobody going to pay you, kid

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

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Teens became fiends without dreams like martin luther king,

Or peachy keen scenes of teens, nothing was squeaky clean,

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

And young teens how get shot at gas stations for loudest music,

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

See, there's a war going on and i'm the general

And you wonder why poor teens wile and press the metal,

I became a total dick, as soon as i hit my teens

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams