This is a song about "Little kid"

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

When i was a little kid i was a total mess

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

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokedaaamn, don't get me started

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

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

They be little, young, kid i am growing up

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

The saxophone player and the little kid flowin',

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

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

I'm why she get excited

Fuck you and ya' attendance kid,

It sucked for this coward kid

To see you and you hated