This is a song about "Young twezzy"

And peace to this young warrior,

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

Young rascal flatts - young ass kid ass could rap

What them tippers don't see

Young money like drake and nicki

Their sayin on my mind

I was young and running wild,

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Towards my young childhood

6 o's pay for my car

Young money, d-town's all star

Young heart,with an old mind

From the womb, my newborn child

I got a lot on my mind

I was young and running wild,