This is a song about "A spoiled kid"

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

Raising a kid on your own

A dead-pan soul attributed to this kid/

I can you straighten you out when we twisted

That's motivation, my people living wicked

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

You have fucked with a west coast bay area cali kid

Bitches is 40 deep in this muthafucka and twisted

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

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

So i'm one with that

Just a kid tranna rap

Cus i been dealing drugs since i was a little kid

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Have a kid, have disease