This is a song about "The young ones go"

And word i blew off herb i grew

// [we're the ones who made you]

The resilient attitude of a young ones brain

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

// [we're the ones who made you]

Young chino i go hard in the paint

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Always together in the darkest dark times and the brightest bright ones

Young roy the fuckin man

Just take control if you can

The other ones narrow,

Yeah, now here's the memo

Showing me all these successful rappers but not the "came to" ones

And all we lack is communication like service sucks