This is a song about "Young gang boy"

On my family’s hate for the young boy they raised.

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

That's the way, you can move it baby

Just dreamy young boy and i'll always be

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

Who ever thought the young boy would turn around and do it?

Lean like the side of the shoe on a giant

No gang alignment but i'm very vibrant

The young white boy with weed in his backpack

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

By a gang called the police

I'm everything that they call nice

Girl you're my reflection, all i see is you

Branko brothers gone and gang wars too