This is a song about "Little kid chris"

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

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

The saxophone player and the little kid flowin',

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

But all ten of them gonna call a nigga period

Cus i been dealing drugs since i was a little kid

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Ever since i was a little kid, i never truly ran with thugs,

I'm making moves, check my french

Be the little kid crying on the bench

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

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

And there's little to be glad for

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

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

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose