This is a song about "Young and balling"

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

Toil and blunder of a young single mother

Future wives and future husbands, yes we were young and

Still they wonder how i seem so confident

Down and i knew it, i was young but i felt it

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Young innocent black men have to stop and freeze,

And yo young thugs be actin like tupac,

Fuck you niggas, but this ain't raw dog

Let's take another trip, different continents we touching

I'm just a young and up-and-coming rapper who's got nothing/