This is a song about "Kid who talks shit"

The one who em talks of

See i'm breathing for a purpose

But still i was a bad-kid who did alcohol and drugs.

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Who are you fooling with, stupid kid, you just freaking disguise

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

For your info, kid shit can't be sprayed

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

Immature kid, worry about his own shit

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

But on the block, you're just another kid who got lost

I ain't a drinker, i'm a thinker, call it what you want

This kid thinks he's all the shit

No car key and i mean that

Talks to herself and shit

You can feel it via spirit