This is a song about "10 year old swaggot"

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

12 year old books going through your fuckin temple

Writing rhyme after rhyme every year

What you might’ve thought the vision still clear

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

And staying on your smell, uh, licing, twenty year old tween pimple poppin babies

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

A 99 year old man stuck in prison i come the ashes

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

I could send my10 year old michael to your place to teach you how to rap.

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

See these little niggas rappin' to rap, man i just happen to rap

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Yet to be moving like a 2 year old

She said it was my fault that he caressed my 9 year old body/

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody