This is a song about "Urban teen pop music"

Not an urban myth but definitely an urban legend

Like a passenger on 9/11, please go find a reverend

Pumpin babies from teen ladies

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Those riches abusing socks and the teen glistening

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

And if i'm down with this banging shit

They wince at pop music and stop stupid

A teen with ugly braces

But you hate them navel kisses

And i been fucking with cosby since i was ten, you damn right

Yo, this music’s disrespected by those who caused the urban flight,

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

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

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

Growing up is tough especially when your a teen.