This is a song about "Youth environmental council"

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

‘cuz being honest and moral doesn’t sell to the mindless youth,

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

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Mushrooms, a plume to pollute the youth

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

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

Yes i really fucked up from my youth,

Its cold as shit in this booth

Peter pan in my youth, fucking fairies

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Born a brute, hitting bongs n' zoots im lost in youth

Girls say everything that i write smooth

Ten more depending on where wale going

That the energy of youth is ever flowing