This is a song about "Mates since young"

They all need attention, they call me a g though

I'm missing the mates that i used to know.

And tell all you mates that im killin you

The boa know they loving the crew

While scheming on hits

61. young money with laxatives,

Why we gotta fight

(verse 2: young sandwich/ dead mike)

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

These young nigguhs be busting my young nigguhs stuck to me

Saturdays we young lavish-ing

Why not me the same thing

And peace to this young warrior,

I pipe in and one night her

Jehovah spitness, young prodigy,

Hopin' that my niggas see