This is a song about "Young people dieing"

Is written in our souls, africa

Young roy to another nigga

These young nigguhs be busting my young nigguhs stuck to me

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

And peace to this young warrior,

I move the club like a poker dealer

But hold the beat, he ain't speaking for everyone

Alot of people call me young k for a reason.

Saturdays we young lavish-ing

Hit it til your make up missing

(verse 2: young sandwich/ dead mike)

Must be a lady in tha light