This is a song about "Young kind"

Jimmy back me, child

Sit kid,learn from a sick kind,

I don’t care where ya are

Young money, d-town's all star

And, i aint talking bout the paper kind

Baby, you don’t have to try to read my mind

I'm trying to be kind

The glare makes me hard to find

Panoramic views be tumblin' out my mind

There's tension though, of the sexual kind

Kind of practical that this relationship

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

Young fisherman sinking in lake michigan

But not the kind you think,

And i'm just being honest