This is a song about "Young tyke"

I was born in plights, the type that left me at four, torn, a tyke too forlorn to fight,

Cause she's playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right

And peace to this young warrior,

Just to let you know, you are

Coroners comfort your mama

Young lives and the garda

Kobe bryant married that young chick

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

These young nigguhs be busting my young nigguhs stuck to me

Young roy the fuckin man

Just take control if you can

Young roy to another nigga

My all gold rolly or the

Their sayin on my mind

I was young and running wild,