This is a song about "Bring out the little kid in me"

When they see me out in the street

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep

Kids out on the corner cold, bring em in to your heated flat

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

And these sweet trees bring the kid enlightenment.

You bring me up again in your rhymes a little later

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Hey yo i once was a kid with the other little kids

Couch. he reached in and pulled out a little baggie and this is where the cocaine

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

Let me see you work it out

Me, the one kid in the crowd,

Check out my style here's the esoteric kid

Waiting/showing you her beauty if she's naked