This is a song about "Young thugin"

Young roy to another nigga

The science and the art, africa

These chalance give me balance

Ballin like some young kings

I got blammas, you'll drop your hammers

Young kid rappers, kidnappers

Towards my young childhood

My bitches fuck me good

Young lives and the garda

Coroners comfort your mama

Uh, this what's been on my mind

I was young and running wild,

That's that young sir rapper

I'm gettin discouraged with her

61. young money with laxatives,

They bringing me fish and chips