This is a song about "Being a good kid"

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Or was i just a desolate being

Now i'm free, being a stick up kid is my reality

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Took the form of a human being

And getting money is the song i sing

It was good for the kid who stays,

Thinking of bliss and the good days

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

My understanding led to not being good, the gods only knew how to mock

Oh you a muslim now, no more dope game

"he was a good kid, it really is a shame."

I'm doing shit i never might of did

A dead-pan soul attributed to this kid/

How i seen my life being raised as good as a bad day yet i'm still

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will