This is a song about "Youth committee"

It's a fucking bother, famished parents failed to save the youth

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

Ghost and obnoxious youth, pimps, dealers, thieves,

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

My city my committee, bitch eat where the dirt stay

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

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

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

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

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

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

As innocent youth, we stressed bout passin classes/

Cause after all the lights and screams

Peter pan in my youth, fucking fairies