This is a song about "Your a kid"

Smoke one stack straight to my dome

Kid come back when your balls have grown

I can you straighten you out when we twisted

Your next on my list so see you soon kid

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

And save your shitty freestyle rhymes for a kid in the 5th grade

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

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

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

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokedaaamn, don't get me started

I run at a million miles an hour, your trying to keep up kid

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

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