This is a song about "Young kids bop"

When i was young i picked on the other kids

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Stories we were told as kids

While scheming on hits

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

I'mma make your heads bop until your veins pop

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

From any angle, you can't handle my diddy bop/

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

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Young money, d-town's all star

That gyal want mi ride har

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

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

Where the lips of your teen daughter sits, bitch