This is a song about "Urban teen pop music"

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Cos the gangstas on the block go pop pop pop pop

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

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

Your my queen and even though i'm a teen

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

I done seen a nigga rise, watch you niggas dick ride

Not an urban myth but definitely an urban legend

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

Release that white lumpy cream, teen crime scene,

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

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Release that white lumpy cream, teen crime scene,

Then keep your change like an oink machine