This is a song about "Young nonprofit professionals"

Towards my young childhood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Too young to fully understand

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

These young nigguhs be busting my young nigguhs stuck to me

Medical professionals

Good kids make bad grown ups

And nip these wack g's in the bud while they're still young

You can all get hit and we ain't lenient to women

Now hey little mama

Young lives and the garda

Young heart,with an old mind

By god, slow grind

Now you got a masters

Young kid rappers, kidnappers