This is a song about "World youth day"

He was the truth representin the youth

When they hear me rocking the groove

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

And say it in a rhyme for the future of our youth,

Mushrooms, a plume to pollute the youth

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

‘cuz being honest and moral doesn’t sell to the mindless youth,

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

As innocent youth, we stressed bout passin classes/

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

Yes i really fucked up from my youth,

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose