This is a song about "As a youngin understand i ain t never had shit"

But i had a conscience, listened to it, never stole the bicycles,

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Murdering this game all ready as a youngin' which is rigorous

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

I never had a curfew,

Nigga there's nothin' left of you

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

I understand you're a dope rapper, but some shit is fake

I can never understand this

It’s a fucking celebration, bitches

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.