This is a song about "Little kid chris"

Little middle class suburban kid, your rapping's worse,

Behind the velvet rope, snapping a lot of pictures

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

While little kids hide this tape from their parents like bad report cards

Man quit rapping get out this site, go proclaim loud like a little kid who wants

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

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

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

They be little, young, kid i am growing up

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

I remember as a kid i wrote you a little letter

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

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

Like that tragedy chris angel,

I’m a factor and your facial