This is a song about "New kid on the"

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

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

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

You try to call the cops a new snitches on the market.

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

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

Making up new flows on the go

The sun gives light cause it is the window

Going out with the new niggah on her fucking block

Motivation from nipsey or glasses, jay rock

Against a new king of the streets on a fire hot streak

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

I'm that new shit and you're that old fuck on the shelf