This is a song about "Teens dying"

Teens injecting themselves

I think you and your friends

After all the times i preferred dying.

Get off a key like i can’t sing

The game of love

Spotty teens with braces,

And the pressure on us teens becomes immense

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Gangstas dying from day to day

I was gonna write you a poem today

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

Homies dying like this is fucking war times

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

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

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

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit