This is a song about "Young and fly"

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

I fly a tailor and a private chef from sicily

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Toil and blunder of a young single mother

Sometimes i hit my pipe and fly

Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die

I was young and running wild,

Cause i’m back on my grind

My all gold rolly or the

Young lives and the garda

And yo young thugs be actin like tupac,

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Detroit boy gon' fly, gon' get popped and land in novi