This is a song about "Youth"

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

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

Mischief youth spent bored trying to score

You ain't gotta worry no more

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

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

You dont know my name well im that gollings youth

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

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

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

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Mushrooms, a plume to pollute the youth