This is a song about "Like my kid is on the verge of en"

Yearning on the verge of reality frantically searching for sanity when nervous

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

Look at all these in-flu-en-ces like in-flu-en-za i'm sick

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick

My rhymes aren't prehistoric cause i'm the new kid on the block

Amnesty international got bangkok to montauk on lock

I'm a fucking kid acting like the world to me is cream

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

The odds of you beating me is like hunting seagulls on safari/

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Flow's just right any hater on my radar is the kind of motherfucker that i don't like

But, it's my own kind doin' all the killin' herei can't lie, ain't no love for the other side

, come on and fuck with kid this is the life of a sinner

And i ain't tripping, my only competition’s the mirror

I think it's only right, hoarse and everything

My raps so high the touch en the ceiling