This is a song about "Young kidzbop"

For that paper, i'mma grind

I was young and running wild,

Young rascal flatts - young ass kid ass could rap

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

These young nigguhs be busting my young nigguhs stuck to me

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

And peace to this young warrior,

And there's little to be glad for

Too young to fully understand

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

Talking of the gods you serve

Young kid rappers, kidnappers

It's moe, all i need is more chips

61. young money with laxatives,

Young lives and the garda

Yeah, one time for the