This is a song about "Young spray"

Till he chooses to tug at the game, then watch these uzi's spray

Drinking sake on a suzuki we in osaka bay

Now get up out the store 'fore the g's let it spray

Forgive me lord, it feels like i commit a sin a day

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

Where the lips of your teen daughter sits, bitch

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Fame hall inhabitant spray the tec wrist throbbing

I'mma do the right thing though, take shock anyway

His rap's a b mines an a so crap and see lines can spray

Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane

Spray arrangements made to slay and drain their brains 'til they insane