This is a song about "Young boiz"

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

3 cell phones and still i won't call a bitch

I was young and running wild,

For that paper, i'mma grind

I was young and running wild,

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

And nip these wack g's in the bud while they're still young

Young lives and the garda

Yeah, one time for the

I love your ambition

Young notable bout to go in!

Now you got a masters

Young kid rappers, kidnappers

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Too young to fully understand