This is a song about "Bad kid"

Wassup phoma, slow down kid!

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

It's actually disastrously bad

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

You know me and my whole squad we so committed

Trying to outdo asap rocky kid

Fuck you and ya' attendance kid,

I’m crimson color painted

But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat

Times aren't always that bad

The real muscle in the message of that

Luxury life, results living bad

But still i was a bad-kid who did alcohol and drugs.

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

X came through, caught lighter fluid

I was always the kid.