This is a song about "Yw teens"

Spotty teens with braces,

The way she walks and causes a fuss

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

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

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

All teens growing up in tottenham lyrical geniuses all with their own speciality

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

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

Fuckin' teens need protection,

Class is in session

Teens injecting themselves

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

And the pressure on us teens becomes immense

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will