This is a song about "A rapying kid"

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

I was a sick kid, seroquel my prescription.

Piecing together puzzles, that puzzled me since a kid

That wet wet in my two seaterher nails done, her hair did

Chase cream with the same team since a little kid

Showed it to john mccain, said it wasn't crooked

Let's pretend he liked hobbies he could do as a kid,

But all ten of them gonna call a nigga period

I can you straighten you out when we twisted

And yet you used to be such a nice kid,

A dead-pan soul attributed to this kid/

To look at you is painful, cuz i ain’t seen you naked

A tolerance is built for most folks but not the coppers kid

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

You're emotional bitch, fuck your period

I never knew i'd drop a mixtape with kid,