This is a song about "Urban teen pop music"

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

Brand new airs cocaine white, feels so good but it ain't right

Music is money, money isn't music

When they feel safe on some bitch shit

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Not an urban myth but definitely an urban legend

Extreme scream coming from this crippled teen!

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Your my queen and even though i'm a teen

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

Pop! pop! i just subtracted a nigga!

They infiltrate our homes, africa

I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Lifestyles of the kid who never had shit

They wince at pop music and stop stupid