This is a song about "The new kid in florida"

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

New sheriff's in town i'm makin the rounds.

Im the new kid on the block

This is the part where we run hip hop

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

You kids are new,youve been in the new ages

There’s whisperings around these parts of a new kid

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

Hes the new kid on the block

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop

Cos the rule in bitches is always always find a new

Cause i can always see the farthest stars when i'm on you

They killed both of them and drowned the kid in hot water

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

I grew up in florida,but from the m.i.a all the way georgia we on the same shit