This is a song about "Your a kid"

- with no bait, kid your boy hold weight

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Everybody know me like the contra code for extra men

Weepin like a little kid u had your chances if hadn't wasted them

Just a kid tranna rap

It's all good, finna dog that

Maybe your kid won't attack the blacks

And all she wants is to dance

Kid come back when your balls have grown

We just want you back at home

Of a kid with no exuberance

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Your system will be defeated from the words we speak kid,

I'm hoping we can change with timei'm living blinded

The day a kid gets signed

And relax you mind