This is a song about "Young thugin"

Towards my young childhood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Young roy to another nigga

To liberate yourselves, africa

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

And nip these wack g's in the bud while they're still young

3m's on my new balance

Ballin like some young kings

61. young money with laxatives,

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

That's that young sir rapper

She should have invited her

And peace to this young warrior,

Poke out from behind her

These young nigguhs be busting my young nigguhs stuck to me

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see