This is a song about "Young and rec"

And yo young thugs be actin like tupac,

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

And he didn't die when i was young - god forbid

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Young man infected with virility and used for utility

And peace to this young warrior,

I ain't talkative neither

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

And young money,and everyone else making yall dummies

And its simple as that baby

Just dreamy young boy and i'll always be

Toil and blunder of a young single mother

At least i'd be stable, yeah, slightly less popular

Young lives and the garda

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh