This is a song about "My kid"

Can’t you see just how long my run

// [but the kid is not my son]

And no way a kid can destroy my self esteem

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

Scripting words, that’s my shit, poking v’s and phat asses kid,

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Nah no kid can destroy my self esteem

People don't condone what they've never seen

// [but the kid is not my son]

Riding around without a fuck given

Be my guest if yall wanna hang with the kid

You're emotional bitch, fuck your period

Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down

Kid, with my man theory holding me down, with our crown