This is a song about "15 year old rapper"

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

You think it's fair to have my 10 year old watch his mother die.

Cause either you gonna whine or you climb; i chose the latter

Get ready because this is the beginning of a rapper

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

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

This verse was a message to my sixteen year old self

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

As i seenobody cares about my history

They said they remember me from last year, well that's the old me

After every show, a dream she hold

Yet to be moving like a 2 year old

Fuck it, odd future some nazis, black nazis don't copy

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

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

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