this kid is tryin to win, his lyrics begin/
in one ear out the other straight into the trash bin/
words of advice retire, while i sit back and smoke this blunt gettin higher/
with these rhymes i plan to inspire, dictionary and thesaures i think he should acquire/
everyone knows i spit fire, im burning this so called 'redloks'/
theres the kidd on yo block, rollin down da window and out comes the glock/
killed this nigga, his body is nowhere to be found/
and the kidd is nowhere to be found