This is a song about "Not a new kid"

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Of a kid with no exuberance

Not the average new yorker, i'm dramatical author,

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Resin sharing with a dick kid

Thomas, clay aiken no gay shit, ass naked

I can you straighten you out when we twisted

But i was a stupid little kid

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

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

A tolerance is built for most folks but not the coppers kid

Face it: your face caucasian, you literally naked

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

New nickname for you kid, drip drip, whip it out you couldn't make

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