This is a song about "Young glo boyd in here"

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

And if loving her is wrong then i just know i won't see heaven

But reality shows ain't real

Who this nigga up in here

Smart young men are in the streets sent to jail,

See i'm ahead but you stay the snail

Young fisherman sinking in lake michigan

I wonder why we take from our women

A young kid in it, enjoying life’s what he’s missing

So get up, its time to start nation building

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

I was so young, raised in the streets of fort smith, homegrown

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

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one