This is a song about "Dieing young"

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Forever young and ghetto fabulous

These young nigguhs be busting my young nigguhs stuck to me

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

When you spill out hits

Ballin like some young kings

(verse 2: young sandwich/ dead mike)

Whether you wrong or you right

61. young money with laxatives,

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Too young to fully understand

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast