This is a song about "16 year old white raper"

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

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

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

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

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

This 17 year old kid through mad stuff,

So my next joint don't got to be so rough

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

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

#thirteen with a #fifteen year old, like we're #eighteen,

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team