This is a song about "Bitch kid"

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Nah just kiddin im the devils kid

Listen kid you got to roastin me, so bitch i'm just smokin you

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

Same bitch you fuckin wit , yo nigga had a kid wit

To mcs that don't rhyme good

I was always the kid.

Wassup phoma, slow down kid!

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

62. i'm the baddest kid,

Mad, still make em naked

This kid is pissed with rage like how some pms bitch flips

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics