This is a song about "Young an getting it"

My nigga made it, we just young, living the motherfucking dream.

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Who ever thought the young boy would turn around and do it?

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

Call it bubonic, getting all the dollars and

Still they wonder how i seem so confident

It aint easy getting through to you

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

Yo i dream to be also an mc but still ma raps getting a c

Kinda getting sick of this technology it owes me an apology

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Kinda getting sick of this technology it owes me an apology

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

I protect it like mother protects her young, i don't want it to be undone.