This is a song about "Stay young we happy yo"

Poppa took the television, but left the radio

I'mma leave you buried from head to toe, so stay wary yo

When we were happy simultaneously

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

Every alley find me wasted hung, yo i'm fairly young

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

We was so young,but we were ready to fight

Had a woman bust it taking that matter right

Remember when we went to happy times

All the time with this glock of mines

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

But deep down, i don't really like you bitch

//here we go, make history, yo

The world looking out, they on the front row