This is a song about "Little boy"

You hang out where the pimps collide

Little knew the boy, that the guide lied

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

Little boy with that rhyme scheme, i don't think you'll get far.

Hohoho merry cristmas little boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

About a little boy but i warn you it's gory

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

U a little boy u still cry when ya get beat wit a belt/

Pages.so.fast it's taking.my.mind for a whirl.

No rhyme can save this little boy or girl