This is a song about "Teens against tobacco use"

The legs for treks of odysseys oddly gleams bright as molly teens

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

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

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip

In the club like fuck it, though

I spit raps like tobacco

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

Fuck all the faculty, tobacco-packing acrobat

I like rollin' with friends

Teens injecting themselves

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Teens turn to annoyed zombies and feast on the boys in abercrombie

The teens need a new idol, ill tell em to admire this.

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

I hang with a bunch of hippies and wacky tobacco planters

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth