This is a song about "Young trill"

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Got the skills to pay the bills, stay trill

The savage life behind the mic, now everybody hollerin' about trill entertainment

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Young money like drake and nicki

He look at me like "that trill nigga like jigga sitting on his villa"

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

Now my shit is like a crip sneaker

And peace to this young warrior,

Keep it real and trill, all of you, love y'all, be a star!

This the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

Too young to fully understand

I'll get to em when i land