This is a song about "Youth for christ"

I am fucking alive two thousand one years after christ

In the gutter, you learn to have a criminal mind

Future rests on our youth

When they hear me rocking the groove

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

He was the truth representin the youth

Mushrooms, a plume to pollute the youth

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

I try to forget about that night, christ!

Black thoughts in my eyes got me hypnotized

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

Forsaken youth mistake the truth for it, that's why i'm writin' songs,

Lookin' out for money trees, jesus christ forsake my soul,

I was breakin' ‘em down, now i’m sellin' ‘em whole

Locked down in tha penitentiaryfinally lose my mind

My neighborhood is baptist so i guess i'll pray to jesus christ,