This is a song about "Six year old boys"

Sick and i'm slick, i been in this shit since six years old, i'm droppin' poems,

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Yeah.......we got that number six

The youngest of my mother kids

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

I could send my10 year old michael to your place to teach you how to rap.

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

I'm a nineteen year old middle-class upstanding white kid who would have guessed that?

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

This verse was a message to my sixteen year old self

Fuck it, odd future some nazis, black nazis don't copy

She said it was my fault that he caressed my 9 year old body/

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

The old boys' club in an all-boys school