This is a song about "Youngins"

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

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

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

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

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

Now i'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time