This is a song about "Young gang boy"

Fifth wheel on the back just hang

Fitting ya without ma gang

I was born in a gang territory

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

Me and the boy young roy are getting tired of holding the beef in,

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

By a gang called the police

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

I'll send a gang of villainous midgets

Luxury life, results living bad

The young white boy with weed in his backpack

My drive is like no one

Of the rebel gang captain