This is a song about "Your a kid"

Don't push your luck kid you're still tender

Huh, big syke he be ready for whatever

What’s up dull ? log out kid and i will tell your mama to buy you a doll

Maybe it's the way the played it in my hearti knew one day i gotta be a star

Then you can tell your friends that you relaxed with the kid

Waiting/showing you her beauty if she's naked

Sorry i rap with a strange kid

Smoke ? you know it taste good

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

God better forbid that i have a kid,

Of a kid with no exuberance

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

Maybe your kid won't attack the blacks

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,