This is a song about "Young money"

No hook, fuck a hook

Towards my young childhood

Money bring pain,money bring gain

You're not usin' your brain

Look, i tried to call it quits

61. young money with laxatives,

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

And young money,and everyone else making yall dummies

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

And peace to this young warrior,

My past gives m.c.s a rap seizure

If you want it, pursue it!we can handle the shit

Music is money, money isn't music

Or something that you paid for

That's that young sir rapper