This is a song about "Spoilt kid"

Showed it to john mccain, said it wasn't crooked

Nah just kiddin im the devils kid

You might be spoilt but its not your fault

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

But i was a stupid little kid

See, the last one i dated, i hated

Then there was this one kid

Doja was four hundred

So keep playin the game kid

I'm just so gifted

To see you and you hated

Style so bad can't jock me kid

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Of a kid with no exuberance

Rap game on hold all for the kid

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good