This is a song about "Young j is trash"

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

A young teen near the fiends is strapped, a cocked glock,

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

This was a quick trash i hope yours is not as wack!

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Is pure trash, ridiculous scene

Only way to leave is by smoking this j, and drifting away, into space,

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

Yes i'm only seventeen but young is the new thing

Permanently focused, learning while i'm going

Like j-j-j-mont, but next time she utters

They slowly showin they colors

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

This kid is trash i'm done letting him have it