This is a song about "Kid meal mix tape"

Your niggas don’t ask how the top feel

Soon as im home, yo, im cookin up a meal

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

He got you sick, he takes the mix

I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

This mix tape is shit, so lets get to the chase

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

How you killing my highs i hope you built the coffin

Stop the tape! this kid needs to be locked away! (get him!)

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

Are you ready to be blowed up like a big mix?

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

Full course meal ingesting the pain

And still a nigga made it here

Can't finish meal gotta english feel