This is a song about "A kid"

We're two separate digits, we're a whole knew league kid,

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

Lobsters and shrimp im good

Sorry i rap with a strange kid

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

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

You're emotional bitch, fuck your period

Cuz i have the knowledge of a college kid

I'm hoping we can change with timei'm living blinded

Piecing together puzzles, that puzzled me since a kid

But most times i'm not, i be lifted

And make that mess a hit,just a blessed kid,

Of a kid with no exuberance

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Got a body full of bullet holes laying here naked

He was coppin' hits and poppin' cris, he was a rocker kid,