This is a song about "A little black kid"

I speak english but check my french

Be the little kid crying on the bench

Like, what's the matter with swearing, i must be battling a little kid

For a woman it ain't easy trying to raise a manyou always was committed

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

To see her pretty little face bruised and black

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Just another annoying white kid trying to be black

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Ever since i was a little kid, i never truly ran with thugs,

Picture this, a little kid, middle class obnoxious youth,

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

When i was a little kid i was a total mess

They at the same spot they making no progress

Cus i been dealing drugs since i was a little kid

You know me and my whole squad we so committed