This is a song about "Teens dying"

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

You know why us teens derail off of the track

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

If she mine i'mma take her to a newer level

And my only fear's a wedding ring

After all the times i preferred dying.

Running around the corner, darting past rows of teens,

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

Drug-induced teens hear killing and go renegade,

Fuckin' teens need protection,

It ain't where i been

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

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

‘cuz most of rap’s buyers are teens and rebellious,

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was