This is a song about "Young t"

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

Chillin' with homies and family

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

These young nigguhs be busting my young nigguhs stuck to me

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

Sunglasses, hairstyle fashion doesn`t really matters

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

Baby, you know who you are

Young money, d-town's all star

And you ain't gotta go to war

You don;t thin anymore

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t