This is a song about "The young niggas"

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

A young wack herald, speaking the truth

Young k blowing up the world like the fuckin portland trailblazers.

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

The pitter-patter of young feet enough to end the chatter

You poser niggas ain't supposed to be here

Young bully, the black hoodie, stealing your meal

Who knows what the

Young lives and the garda

Liquor stores with the 40's, young niggas bite metal, shit,

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

Im the only young j d-o

Streets is calling you