This is a song about "Youth court"

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

Time to get dressed up cry at court

Tryna address issues to this generation’s youth,

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

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

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

Like fuck, let us live our youth

High as shit, i’m in a booth

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

He was the truth representin the youth

If we wasn't so original, then we'd be criminal

Every bit of evidence in court turns inadmissible.

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

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth