This is a song about "To young to love the boy of my dreams"

I fix the hem of my shirt, i guess now we're curt since you love to subvert,

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

On trial for possession of some chronic

They push me to do my dreams of being an mc

Show me some happiness again, i'm going blindi spend my time in this cell, ain't living well

The boy who had tasted the heights of heaven itself fell to the deepest pits of hell

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

I express my dreams when im engraving my text , the pens intense to me

Yet unable to pay for cable in my dreams

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

The sea of people with dreams, are deemed to be treated as the equals to fleas

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

Kiss me on the cheek as she whispered, "this the last time

Never had the time of day to hear a white boy rhyme

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

On my family’s hate for the young boy they raised.