This is a song about "Young nigga ballin"

I'm gone stay fly, young k preying every name no nigga never fuckin die.

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Cuz the young nigga just backed the track

I'm the coldest out ballin

With a little bit of passion

Owed the dope man for his productand he swore if he did not pay

Versace versace im a young nigga thats rockin that versace

Ballin like i'm kobe,

So they taught me to spray

I'm faking?/ but don't come asking for handouts if a young nigga made it

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

Young roy to another nigga

Beautiful are thou, africa