This is a song about "Callum and young thug"

Shoe game bad yeah she might know something

Is young roy baby up and coming

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

And nip these wack g's in the bud while they're still young

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

And peace to this young warrior,

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

To have have said he was a thug and a gang member/

Forever young and ghetto fabulous

Rub the wood and ima show em love

I was young and running wild,

To my unborn child

I was young and running wild,

Better leave it all behind