This is a song about "Youth committee"

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

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

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

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

Ghost and obnoxious youth, pimps, dealers, thieves,

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

Together all the timethought it was true love

As innocent youth, we stressed bout passin classes/

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

Mischief youth spent bored trying to score

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

He was the truth representin the youth

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

Tryna address issues to this generation’s youth,

And any girl that's part of the itty bitty titty committee can surely

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree