This is a song about "We young fly rich boys gang"

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I'm gone stay fly, young k preying every name no nigga never fuckin die.

We them boys that glow without gold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Up above, in the sky, might never know, we dont fly,

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

The companies get rich, and we start the wars purposefully,

We were so young,i was a ol' skool gang member

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Wolf gang we ain't barking, nah

They claim it as their own, africa

On television all we see are just these rich white kids,

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

We fly high perfect 10 you know i stick the landing