This is a song about "This kid"

Who's this kid?, dude, who spits this?

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

This kid fought for his country and his actions have him grieving,

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

This little kid grew up to be a weirdo on his own

This kid just took my stick of licorice

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

Picture this, a little kid, middle class obnoxious youth,

Let's pretend this kid had never picked up a pen,

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

Then this kid walked up to me, was spewing facts of hell,

‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well

Then there was this one kid

We can play twister naked