This is a song about "Youngins"

Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time

I know these youngins, they embody every verse in a line,

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

I know these youngins, they embody every verse in a line,

And see mostly all of them have made you somewhat incapable of a first impression

Maybe then you'll start sellin your rap albums to the youngins rather than rejection