This is a song about "15 year old rapper"

This 17 year old kid through mad stuff,

Niggas talk with limited service

Yet to be moving like a 2 year old

After every show, a dream she hold

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

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

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

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

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

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

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

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

More crazy than an eighty year old lady, who just made a baby in back

This verse was a message to my sixteen year old self

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself