This is a song about "A kid in a yellow bonnet playing a c note on his picallo"

Blade in her hand and a note on the side as she count to ten,

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

London, tokyo, we gon' take you all around the globe

Knife to your throat, leave a suicidal note in your coat

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Of a high school kid and his real times

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

A green bill on a yellow hat, soon worth three mil how bout that?

Funeral, check my phone, reacting like its new to you

But ima end on a bad note bitch fuck you to

Raising a kid on your own

So is dr. j and moses malone

This little kid grew up to be a weirdo on his own

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

Yellow light runnin', in a fuckin' white dodge

At the pawn shop, tryna sell this baume watch