This is a song about "Youth issue"

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

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

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

We need to talk about this issue, every minute's the limit,

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

So i said bye to rap saw the issue at hand

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

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

Mixed with pain, anger, and hateful rage, the essence of youth,

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

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

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Where the guns ain't an issue, and death is big

Now i'm taking these pills and i ain't even sick

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

The issue with that shit is that i don't give a fuck