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

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Group of white boys came out, their pockets rich in cash

She told me erything is real

Who this nigga up in here

Young money gone in the future helpful improvements

Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Fuck boys in the building with they conversation

Young fisherman sinking in lake michigan

Attempt burglary, attempt theft you just begun

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch

Group of white boys came out, their pockets rich in cash

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

We start young,we live life and hopefully die in old age

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page