This is a song about "Being a good kid"

God better forbid that i have a kid,

Hardly parted or separated, we stayed faded

Never been to the moon this reefer will help you visit

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it

Sorry i rap with a strange kid

Start the applause, a rebel soul lifted

To seize everything you ever wanted

But i was a stupid little kid

They are not confident when im talking

I ask you what's so good about being a king,

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

Is being slowly filled out, rappers not wack but not good,

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

I'm just a good kid in a mad reservation

Or was i just a desolate being

Straight g thing, double m g thing