This is a song about "10 year old swaggot"

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

May i ask that you cut the wack shit? sound like a 12 year old,

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

You was to young a 18 year old

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

What kind of life is this for a fourteen year old

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Yet to be moving like a 2 year old

I'm a nineteen year old middle-class upstanding white kid who would have guessed that?

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself

This verse was a message to my sixteen year old self

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

It's a ribbity rambully, be bob drop from a 3 year old