This is a song about "Kid meal mix tape"

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

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

Your body's right as rain

Full course meal ingesting the pain

Now cook me a meal, gordon

Come get some, you little bum

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

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

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

The best in my position, i’m passionate with lyrics

Be yourself, just show me you're real

Can't finish meal gotta english feel

And add nightmares to the mix.

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

So i don't spill my mix

Lil prps like 3 digits