This is a song about "A kid"

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

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

After party crib full of broads all naked

God better forbid that i have a kid,

A dead-pan soul attributed to this kid/

Waiting/showing you her beauty if she's naked

You have fucked with a west coast bay area cali kid

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

But i was a stupid little kid

I regret some shit i did

Top dropped down, black on black

Just a kid tranna rap

But what can i say i was a dumb kid

Thomas, clay aiken no gay shit, ass naked

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

To seize everything you ever wanted