This is a song about "Not a kid"

But i'm not gonna pretend to be nice, so fuck this kid...

Bring your pops to school today for twelve years i cheated

A dead-pan soul attributed to this kid/

I can you straighten you out when we twisted

Yeah, you can tell em i’m home

Raising a kid on your own

God better forbid that i have a kid,

Lex luger, narcissist, the mirrors get excited

It's not so funny now to laugh at the success kid

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

But i was a stupid little kid

I regret some shit i did

I can taste the salt from my tears

Of a kid with no exuberance

I said rap about illuminati - not talk shit with the lyricism of a kid and act cocky

Commin' equipped with some shit that niggas just can't believei pull a trick from my sleeve now kamikaze