This is a song about "This kid"

Well until i meet this one kid

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

This kid spelt lose wrong in the rules, common mistake

But i'm not gonna pretend to be nice, so fuck this kid...

But all ten of them gonna call a nigga period

"damn, this kid has no skills

Big said it, more money more ills

It's a beautiful bliss

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

To mcs that don't rhyme good

Then there was this one kid

This kid just took my stick of licorice

I am olubowale, the answer to this

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

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