This is a song about "Youth pastor"

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

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

Ghost and obnoxious youth, pimps, dealers, thieves,

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

With women with issues

Like fuck, let us live our youth

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

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

Bring the hook,i think i need to spark again

I go h.a.m. n' no coupon or pastor can save them

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

After they lower your casket i'll smack the pastor that viewed ya

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Mushrooms, a plume to pollute the youth

Then the world ain't no trick no more

Mischief youth spent bored trying to score