This is a song about "Young nigga struggleing"

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Towards my young childhood

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

Cuz the young nigga just backed the track

I was young and running wild,

This is to my unborn child

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

Young roy the fuckin man

Young money, d-town's all star

Your music in the car

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

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

I'm just a young nigga living on a white man's planet

Praying to god i can slide and slip out the devil’s grip

Young man so voracious

Let's have a toast for this new love