This is a song about "Young volcanoes"

You made me wanna

Young lives and the garda

Living young and wild and free

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Keep in mind we were so young

Just got up and screamed, fuck the world

And volcanoes even burned

And peace to this young warrior,

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

She prayed on me passing that bar

Young money, d-town's all star

I was young and running wild,

You can search but you'll never find

The revolution has arrived

Young heart,with an old mind