This is a song about "Young and balling"

Young retards fill up my teams and

This is something different

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

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

I was young and naive and was surviving the times,

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

We start young,we live life and hopefully die in old age

She's a sex chaser, do whatever for the change

Young lives and the garda

My all gold rolly or the

Future wives and future husbands, yes we were young and

Don't know her name those ain't really important

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

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that