This is a song about "Kid meal mix tape"

Good kids make bad grown ups

Sell a dub mix some drugs

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

Full course meal ingesting the pain

Save up for some mcdonald's value meal

Puns of pearls, yo tongue will twirl, looka here

I only got four minutes

"money and blood don't mix

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

The day my mix tape drops will be the day i emerge,

On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake

Nor am i contemplating on every single tape,

Young bully, the black hoodie, stealing your meal

I just had to ask, tell me if it's real

And add nightmares to the mix.

Cdg shit match my kicks