This is a song about "Young offenders"

The glare makes me hard to find

Young heart,with an old mind

Now you got a masters

Young kid rappers, kidnappers

Summertime in the city

Young money like drake and nicki

Towards my young childhood

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Yeah young kid, bout whatever

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Killing these niggas off quick

Kobe bryant married that young chick

You are a pretender one of those main offenders.

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Young money, d-town's all star

Well, that's what you are