This is a song about "My kid"

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

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

// [but the kid is not my son]

I can only imagine

I was a sick kid, seroquel my prescription.

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

I fell out of my moms golden vagina which a remindsa me that im a golden kid,

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

If it ain’t nothin', a break – uh break- breakdown

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

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

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

Exclusives, y'all never seen

Nah no kid can destroy my self esteem

// [but the kid is not my son]

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