This is a song about "To quick for you kid"

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Tech to the head of it's kid, held for ransom

And yet you used to be such a nice kid,

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

I never crack i got that chap stick

We looking for a bite to eat real quick

What you missed on so make it quick cause for

You ain't gotta hit the club no more

Quick im hear for kills and a man of my stature is to much for you to handle

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

New nickname for you kid, drip drip, whip whip it out you couldn't make

Shame on themyour legs too little and your t-shirt big

Talk shit you ll get an axe to your cheek walk quick