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

Just a little sprung but don't call me on your period

Chase cream with the same team since a little kid

Me, the one kid in the crowd,

Niggas rollin' deep, burners pulled out

You bring me up again in your rhymes a little later

Fuck yo bitch to the weekend, i ain't speaking bout that cd player

And these sweet trees bring the kid enlightenment.

You couldn't live your life for the moment

Put a g spot on a 8 cloud

Pound cake, me and kid freestyle, peace out,

Just fresh out of the ashes it's a detroit fucking classic from when

Gangsters walkin' 'round in suits, i bring out the thug in them,

And it's hard to find god when you ain't never seen him

The saxophone player and the little kid flowin',

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

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