This is a song about "Youngin"

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Murdering this game all ready as a youngin' which is rigorous

In that aston martin on these niggas, game time

I know you seen the crib, now she sees the youngin' rhyme

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

Moms addicted to methadone,so since a youngin i was left alone

Well this youngin' taking it back to old school

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Then keep your change like an oink machine

Since a youngin i've always had this dream

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa