This is a song about "A black kid"

Of a kid with no exuberance

So here i am at the store for some chips

I was a youngin they was tryna rob a kid

This beat is st.nicholas,young, black, gifted

God better forbid that i have a kid,

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

But i was a stupid little kid

I have a father, he didn't leave me as a kid

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

I got something you've been waiting for

I may not look like a black rapper

Knowing you can no longer party

And that yous a black belt in karate

Brown on a canvas of black, i'm stenciling/

No commentary my man, i come out swinging