This is a song about "This kid"

This kid just took my stick of licorice

So she went across the street, gave him a kiss

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

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

Waiting/showing you her beauty if she's naked

A dead-pan soul attributed to this kid/

The law keeps stopping this problem kid

But most times i'm not, i be lifted

Then there was this one kid

She got that good good

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

"damn, this kid has no skills

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Stop the tape! this kid needs to be locked away! (get him!)

 this makes my reality twisted, it shouts out " hey look at this kid",

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did