This is a song about "You a kid"

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

A dead-pan soul attributed to this kid/

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

Same bitch you fuckin wit , yo nigga had a kid wit

Im that littel insaine kid with a chainsaw, that you dont wanna mess with

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Yet you still don't have your skills up kid you're just a disgrace

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

You see a black kid at a private catholic school

But i was a stupid little kid

Hardly parted or separated, we stayed faded

Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown

You see me on the bottom cause you like a kid upside down