This is a song about "Young and trapin"

Young, naive, who slits his wrists, missiles hit to cock and shoot,

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

I was young and naive and was surviving the times,

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

Future wives and future husbands, yes we were young and

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt

I was young and running wild,

Cause i’m back on my grind

If you ain't about money

Living young and wild and free

And peace to this young warrior,

That i will leave earth with her

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Forever young and ghetto fabulous

Toil and blunder of a young single mother

Soulja boy tell 'em did better then the regular