This is a song about "Youth issue"

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

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

I'm playing for the green, shorty i'm mateen cleaves

Ghost and obnoxious youth, pimps, dealers, thieves,

Cause you're the star, everybody looking at you

Get porunga to give you bigger balls so you'd issue

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

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

Red down no mustard.trust it, cupid dazed her issue she in love

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

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

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

Like fuck, let us live our youth

With women with issues

Sure runnin' like i'm heavy hardcore

Mischief youth spent bored trying to score