This is a song about "Yung t"

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Yung-n-reckless in the building

Hoping that he's listening

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

I rep yung bloods/ yeah dey get it right/ bez close yah eyes/ cuz my fame is bright/

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

Sunglasses, hairstyle fashion doesn`t really matters

Has-beens and never-will-be, ringtone rappers

....its yung cweed in the building...ill maaake a billion then ill cash out,

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see/ live yung n wild n free/