This is a song about "Yw teens"

Running around the corner, darting past rows of teens,

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Strangles teens, who pretend to beat trends and be cleansed of these felons who clambered

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

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

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

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

Stack my money tenfold, make this my new temple

And you wonder why poor teens wile and press the metal,

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

‘cuz most of rap’s buyers are teens and rebellious,

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

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental