This is a song about "The youth"

A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much

Tryna put the message through to the youth, gain this knowledge,

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

And say it in a rhyme for the future of our youth,

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Oh yeh... they've been forgotten since the youth cut loose

Gaining youth, drink from the chalice at the fountain.

Make them more insecure when they caught one

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Mixed with pain, anger, and hateful rage, the essence of youth,

Or let the mob handle that

Do you care if the youth hears it?

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

That the energy of youth is ever flowing

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Forsaken youth mistake the truth for it, that's why i'm writin' songs,