This is a song about "Youth issue"

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

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

Mushrooms, a plume to pollute the youth

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

Yes i really fucked up from my youth,

Its cold as shit in this booth

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

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

Sat on the curb, since birth, my mental issue is earth,

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters

Like fuck, let us live our youth

With women with issues

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

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

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,