This is a song about "Weird 10 year olds"

The vision is quite clear

Going to east nexy year

You know we all smoke crack, weird

You know i stick to the script

It's a new year, yeah i'm on my new me,

So gon' and be my dealer baby

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

Call me weird coz i'm different to you

Two hundred and score years and a year a.d

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

Pimp of the year i could smack your father

You is not hip then i can not coach her

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

You think it's fair to have my 10 year old watch his mother die.