This is a song about "Youth group"

Mami told me son, hold your own

East with biggie and group home

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

And say it in a rhyme for the future of our youth,

He's stupid as 2 chainz but wu tang was the group,

Them cowboy country singers going forever recoup

We're trained in a new cage and booth, a hated group,

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

Future rests on our youth

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

And say it in a rhyme for the future of our youth,

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

No doubt like gwen stefani's group

Pockets probably like fried food

Sensationally i bust rhymes better than a all-round group cypher

Type of chick that only dress in something that’s designer