This is a song about "Yung t"

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

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

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

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

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

D j t j is here to save all of rap

I ride with them boys in the middle of the map

Go dissed raise your hands and rise up start screamin t

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

Holes all in ya t-shit, call that holy moly

You had your guard up at first like a soccer goalie

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Sunglasses, hairstyle fashion doesn`t really matters

And it ain't no problem

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,