This is a song about "Youth issue"

Tryna address issues to this generation’s youth,

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

Oh who do you

You're a worst issue,

Mushrooms, a plume to pollute the youth

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

The straight life's like a sedative, everything's cool

It's an issue affected both the rich and the poor,

Issue that essential to solve is part of rap falls blind

Locked down in tha penitentiaryfinally lose my mind

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

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

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

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

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

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