This is a song about "Kidd kidd"

And i'm still considered a child

Cause i’m back on my grind

As i light one for ill will

But,my raps scar and kill,

Patience child. i smile upon you.

It's really not an issue

It's real dog, i live in the fire

Ooh ooh child, things are gonna get brighter

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

Where you're known to supposedly "kill"

I'm gon remember her, but still

Take a fucking chance that could later kill

No kidd in they lack balls to score; they need to work with nets!

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Kill 10 birds with one stone

Whip, plane, motions own