This is a song about "Young kid chasing money"

I feel my mind racing, cause i know that im chasing

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Yeah young kid, bout whatever

And there's little to be glad for

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Young money gone in the future helpful improvements

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Chasing the visions of perfect renditions

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

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

Young money, d-town's all star

Just to let you know, you are

Don't want to be the king

Now im dreaming chasing