This is a song about "Young kids bop"

Young fisherman sinking in lake michigan

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Beep boop bop im a robot girlfriends flowbot this aint co op single fuckin shooter

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

And speak to suburban kids

Our songs makes heads pop, an nans ganster bop, limp walking round like they just got shot,

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block

And peace to this young warrior,

I got something you've been waiting for

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

These young nigguhs be busting my young nigguhs stuck to me

We dig the plot and never bury pot

I'mma make your heads bop until your veins pop

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Young money young money yeah we getting rich