This is a song about "Dieing young"

Y'all leave bee stings

Ballin like some young kings

Because your pops wasn't anxious

Young king for the masses

Baby, you know who you are

And peace to this young warrior,

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

These young nigguhs be busting my young nigguhs stuck to me

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

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

Three j's took me this high

Niggas steady dieing in the shy

Saturdays we young lavish-ing

Hey your honor, is you kidding