This is a song about "Little kid chris"

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

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

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

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

When i was a little kid i was a total mess

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

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

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

Weepin like a little kid u had your chances if hadn't wasted them

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

And i ain't never did a bid and i don't have a little kid

You crazy bitch i was just a little kid. i tried my best,

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Standin on a table

Like that tragedy chris angel,