This is a song about "Urban teen pop music"

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

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

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

Release that white lumpy cream, teen crime scene,

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

Right flows down and they might go nice

Pop-pop two shots rollin' through

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

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

Caged, and the wonder is seen

Your career hash tag, a teen magazine

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night

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