This is a song about "Youth pastor"

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

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

And it's you, can't even front i press ignore

Mischief youth spent bored trying to score

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

Taking the shots with, the gats from a racist obnoxious youth,

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

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

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

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

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

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose