This is a song about "Youth"

Mischief youth spent bored trying to score

You ain't gotta worry no more

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

Gaining youth, drink from the chalice at the fountain.

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

Before i'm gone, the secrets are not told to the youth,

Taking the shots with, the gats from a racist obnoxious youth,

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

Before i'm gone, the secrets are not told to the youth,

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

Together all the timethought it was true love

As innocent youth, we stressed bout passin classes/

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

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

To liberate yourselves, africa

Hundred proof get found in a youth nigga