This is a song about "You a kid"

I remember as a kid i wrote you a little letter

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

God better forbid that i have a kid,

I can you straighten you out when we twisted

And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocritesthey way they see it, we was meant to be kept down

Imma tell you a story about a kid at school who thought he was the greatest kid around in this town

A dead-pan soul attributed to this kid/

To seize everything you ever wanted

You aint no eminem, keep dreaming on kid

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

And yet you used to be such a nice kid,

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

You crazy bitch i was just a little kid. i tried my best,

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend