This is a song about "Kid raps"

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

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

You're emotional bitch, fuck your period

Resin sharing with a dick kid

And even worse my raps

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

It sucked for this coward kid

Dark liquor 'til we busted

I regret some shit i did

Wassup phoma, slow down kid!

See me and hope i'm intoxicated or slightly faded

Trying to outdo asap rocky kid

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Because i kick ass, with my sick raps