This is a song about "12 year old boy"

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

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

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

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

Yet to be moving like a 2 year old

After every show, a dream she hold

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

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

What kind of life is this for a fourteen year old

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little

Have you ever met a fifteen year-old more lyrical/

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

Still moving forward like a 2 year old