This is a song about "Kid and play"

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

As a kid he had no-one to play ball with

I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay

Alright you got your'e swing plane, and decent rhyme play

And yet you used to be such a nice kid,

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

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Kid, moose, and rapking are my inspirations

He was coppin' hits and poppin' cris, he was a rocker kid,

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

Play up, play up, and play the game!

Things'll never be the same

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Pound cake, me and kid freestyle, peace out,