This is a song about "Urban cute teen pop"

Which turned cities into ghettoes with the urban plight,

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

I call em up, they might fall through

But you look so cute in blue...

Raised by a momma who, who

Pop-pop two shots rollin' through

Extreme scream coming from this crippled teen!

Your developmental league don’t see a team

Not an urban myth but definitely an urban legend

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

Yo we ain't from the ghetto but we go urban at least,

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

The projects to the urban hood, where bitches pop rocks,

In the urban envrionemt of modern

I killed my manager with an iron