This is a song about "Yw teens"

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

Drug-induced teens hear killing and go renegade,

Or peachy keen scenes of teens, nothing was squeaky clean,

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

The legs for treks of odysseys oddly gleams bright as molly teens

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

Hurricane clapping, lyricism ain't working

Teens became fiends without dreams like martin luther king,

Make some move, ambition i’m on a level

Heads were droppin', pistols poppin', teens coppin' metal,

And young teens how get shot at gas stations for loudest music,

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

The teens need a new idol, ill tell em to admire this.

I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business