This is a song about "The youth"

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

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

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

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

Cause todays youth judge by the shoe thats on your foot

We was loonie i suppose, you could

A young naive obnoxious youth, the cops in hot pursuit,

See me off the bay with san quinn in a beige coupe

But it was africa the continent we all came from

Gaining youth, drink from the chalice at the fountain.

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

That would prove to the youth truth was the best, clueless bitches,

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

You see the reason that they tell us it's all good for the youth,

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

Before i'm gone, the secrets are not told to the youth,