This is a song about "Kid inc"

I was always the kid.

Dark liquor 'til we busted

Nah just kiddin im the devils kid

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

My mates calling me gifted

There's always that one kid

Got a body full of bullet holes laying here naked

Had to turn around and say i'm already ill kid, -yeah kid-

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

So keep playin the game kid

Stained like inc not pencil, hit me hard in the temple, different it was sentimental,

You aint got permission to dodge this collusion, beat you again call it a special