This is a song about "The wait is over kid"

A couple classes later the little kid is still all alone

I'm taking women to heaven and then i take em home

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

I'm a fucking kid acting like the world to me is cream

You had 'em over at your house, the guns would wait to start,

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

The day jay-z go broke nigga is tha day kid stop

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

Cause the singapore kid is gonna rend a few sllyable spits

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

Rhyming over reason, is the season, its my philosophy

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

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

White with a badge or anyone

// [but the kid is not my son]