This is a song about "I m a youngin"

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

I know you seen the crib, now she sees the youngin' rhyme

"m sorry but m future life must be pleasant and ur no better than a peasant"

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

Im eating m&ms tonight cause i got a sweet tooth that bites

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

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Got it from my youngin plus a 4 pound with it

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds